Mo Yuan thought for a moment and imitated her.
"Who is it?" A fat woman answered the door.
Seeing two strangely dressed girls standing outside the door, the fat woman wanted to close the door without thinking.
It was not bad for young ladies from wealthy families in the capital to wear veils when they went out, but they were not as strange as these two.
Shen Yijia stretched out her foot and pressed it against the door. She generously handed over a corner of silver. "Auntie, we're not bad people. We just want to ask you something."
The fat woman looked at Shen Yijia strangely. She looked young, but she was quite strong.
Glancing at the silver that was almost a tael, she reached out and took it. She raised her chin. "What is it?"
