"Who on earth are you?"
Village Chief Hua couldn't help but interrupt. 'I never got any notice about this,' he thought. 'Why is someone asking about it?'
He was just a kid, but every question was more pointed than the last. The village chief's palms were sweating.
Donations? People worse off than Lin Ruoxi's family? 'Who could that possibly be?'
His education level wasn't high, so those documents were usually handled by others.
He couldn't answer the questions Xue Rui was asking.
To be precise, Xue Rui's phrasing was too formal, too official. He'd only ever heard such language during meetings in town.
But he knew these things wouldn't hold up under scrutiny.
He had expected some riffraff to come cause trouble, the kind of people who were beneath his notice. What he feared were educated people like Xue Rui.
Most of all, he couldn't figure out Xue Rui's background.
"I'm her long-lost cousin. The man behind me is Lin Ruoxi's maternal uncle," Xue Rui replied.
