After all, it all comes down to an education issue.
Old Lady Mo was still howling outside: "Xuexue, Xuexue, it's your grandmother!"
She felt she was about to starve to death and hoped Xuexue would help her for the sake of growing up in the Mo family.
Zi Xia lifted the carriage curtain and saw Old Lady Mo with a dirty face and tattered clothes standing in front. A foul smell emanated from her, making Zi Xia raise her sleeve to cover her nose in disdain: "Old woman, make way, don't block my lady's path."
Back when Old Lady Mo went to the Capital to help Auntie Tang frame Xuexue in order to earn silver, she had spent some time there and was naturally very familiar with Zi Xia.
"Miss Zi Xia, can you help me say a few words to Xuexue?"
