Li Lan, who was serving rice, wore a peculiar expression. At this hour, who would come here?
"Xiao Mi, who was knocking at the door just now?"
Qiao Xiao Mi's eyes darted around, and her fingers fiddled together. Then, she lowered her head and said, "No one, just a garbage collector. I already told her we don't have any garbage, so I closed the door."
"A garbage collector? How could there be a garbage collector in the Church district? I always leave our trash at the entrance of the yard. Aren't special Believers supposed to come and clear the garbage every morning?"
Li Lan's expression was strange and skeptical as she walked to the door.
"Qiao Xiao Mi! Who was it really just now?"
Qiao Xiao Mi, looking miserable, hung her head and stuck to her story. "She was just a junk collector!"
Li Lan was about to open the door when, coincidentally, there was another knock!
Seeing Li Lan about to open the door, Qiao Xiao Mi quickly leaned against it, pushing her mother away forcefully.
