She really was a rich young lady, her palms not showing any calluses, holding them gently.
"This is the situation, there are too many people at my place. Su Mo, since you have such a good relationship with the leader of the P City refugee camp, why don't you join me in distributing alms and aiding the people?"
She wasn't someone scatterbrained enough to take up such a task. Su Mo let go of her hand and, with a smiling face, cheerily replied, "Sure, Lady Meng, you provide the rice, I provide the chefs, and we both benefit, right?"
"You misunderstood my meaning. I meant for you also to contribute some rice, so we can do some charitable acts together," Meng Shu said, pointing to the group of skinny, sallow people behind her with pity: "Look at how pitiful they are."
"Yes, Miss Su, we are people from the P City refugee camp too, please help us as well!"
Indeed, some ordinary people were also starting to create a stir, their voices growing louder.
