"Newspapers for sale, newspapers for sale!"
"Miss, please be kind, give me something to eat!"
"Shopkeeper, please be kind, give me something to eat!"
"Sir, please be kind, give me something to eat!"
"Madam, please be kind, give me something to eat!"
"Young master, please be kind, give me something to eat!"
Qin Huai watched in stunned amazement as An Youyou knelt, kowtowed, and skillfully performed a series of smooth maneuvers along the way, so surprised that his mouth hung open.
An Youyou now looked like a child of about eleven or twelve, wearing ragged clothes, with dirt and grime covering her face, body, hands, and even hair, too filthy to discern gender, a very standard beggar disguise.
How should I put it, he knew that spirits in their first life always walked an unconventional path.
