"Don't worry, Miss Su. We won't let anyone make trouble!"
"Yes, Goddess Su, we definitely won't let the trash from the Jun Family come make trouble!"
The poor and Su Zhiyu's fanatical suitors were all singing the same tune.
"Thank you, everyone."
Su Zhiyu smiled gratefully and continued distributing the medicine.
It didn't matter whether Jun Mohuang came or not. Her intention was to create the image of a victim. This way, she could boost sympathy for herself and smear Jun Mohuang's name at the same time.
In the teahouse not far away, Jun Mohuang gave Su Zhiyu 32 likes in her heart.
Such an impressive one-man show! Really impressive!
"Okay, dear Sixth Sister, it's time for us to go out and make trouble."
Once all the poor people had received a pill each, Jun Mohuang pulled on the sleeves of Jun Moxue, and walked out of the teahouse.
Sigh. If Su Zhiyu was really so kind, she wouldn't have to make trouble.