Constable Song is quite particular.
Shen Xu stood up, patted the table tentatively, then dodged far away and stared at the table cautiously.
Seeing no movement, he walked over and slammed the table hard, then once again quickly dodged far away.
"What are you doing?" Song Lin looked at her strange behavior in confusion.
She seemed like a curious cat, with her round eyes open, staring at the table vigilantly, ready to pounce at any time.
“No bugs will fly out of your table.”
Song Lin: “???”
"You are such a strange girl. By the way, what's your name? They... seem to call you Xiu'er."
"Their daughter's name is Shen Xiu, but I'm not their daughter." Shen Xu said dejectedly, his nose suddenly sour, "I don't even know what my name is."
"Then your name will be Shen Xiu."
"Huh?"
Is it just that careless?
At this time, Aunt Zhang came in with a basin, "Master Song, the hot water is ready, let her come and wash."
Song Lin nodded and said softly, "I'll go get the medicine."
He changed his coat and walked into the rain again with an umbrella.
Aunt Zhang took off Shen Xu's damp and tattered clothes, and saw that her smooth back was covered with bruises, and she couldn't help but cry out.
"Girl, why are there so many wounds on your back and arms?"
"I don't know." Shen Xu replied, "Maybe it was the human traffickers who beat me. It doesn't hurt anymore."
Compared to when she woke up in the coffin two days ago, the pain and numbness had eased a lot. Although the lazy Shen couple had beaten her, they hadn't caused her any harm.
The bruises on his back probably hadn't disappeared yet, so they looked particularly scary.
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