"I'll have you push me over there to take a look."
Nan Zhi raised her voice and her face darkened. Now that she was Mu Xiyue, she would not let the housekeeper do whatever he wanted.
The butler was taken aback, but then, seeing Nanzhi's expression, he became much more cautious and nodded, saying, "Okay."
After saying that, he pushed Nanzhi toward the alley entrance.
The children's voices were still ringing out noisily.
Nanzhi could hear some malicious words.
"Pah, you're a beggar, that's why you don't have a father or mother. Look at how ragged you are, it's disgusting."
"That's right, don't you have a brother? Let him come, but we won't believe you, we'll just beat you up."
"A filthy beggar like you should die. I'll beat you to death."
“My mother said we shouldn’t get too close to beggars, or we’ll catch their smell.”
...
When Nanzhi arrived, she saw a boy being surrounded on the ground by several children. He was holding his head and looked somewhat timid.
The children kicked and hit him, but the boy didn't cry or make a sound.
Nanzhi had lived for so long that she had long forgotten that her body was now that of a sixteen-year-old child.
She asked in a clear voice, "What are you doing?"
The three teenagers were startled at first, but when they turned to look at Nanzhi and saw that she was a girl in a wheelchair, they were no longer afraid.
They looked to be about the same age as them.
"What's it to you?"
A boy spoke up loudly.
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