From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love

Nan Qiao stood beside the old lady, lowering her head to look down at her.

"Sorry, before I left the house today, I asked someone to do a divination. They told me not to help unidentified old ladies on the roadside—it might end up in a lawsuit."

Old Mrs. Yang: "..."

Old Mrs. Yang didn’t expect Nan Qiao to be so vigilant.

The two didn’t even know each other, yet Nan Qiao knew she was trouble?

Divination? Old Mrs. Yang didn’t believe a word of it.

Lying on the ground in pain, Old Mrs. Yang called out, "Young lady, I fell down and just want you to help me up. I wouldn’t harm you."

"You can’t judge a book by its cover," Nan Qiao remarked with deep meaning.

Old Mrs. Yang stayed in the same position on the ground, already tired.

But Nan Qiao refused to fall for the trap, leaving her struggling.

Slowly, Old Mrs. Yang shifted from lying flat to a position propped up by her arms.

"Young lady, I’m really exhausted. Could you at least help me over to the flowerbed so I can sit down and rest?"