Upon hearing Zhao Chunxiang's voice, the small figure that had fallen to the ground stiffened just as she was about to get up, freezing on the spot, not daring to rise.
"Whose child are you? You bumped into someone, so why don't you get up and apologize? What are you still doing lying on the ground? How did your parents raise you? You have no manners at all!"
The County Magistrate stood beside Zhao Chunxiang. Seeing the scene unfold, his mind immediately went to work. This is an excellent opportunity to suck up to the lucky child! The lucky child is to be taken as a disciple by the National Master. Her future prospects are limitless. If I don't curry favor now, then when?
Xiaosuisui clutched the kite in her hands, too scared to make a sound. The memory of her Second Aunt and Grandma planning to bury her alive surfaced in her mind, and she lay on the ground, shivering.
