In the bustling lobby, a middle-aged woman was kneeling there, begging to see her niece.
"Xiaoyu is your brother. He needs money to save his life now, you can't just ignore him!"
"When your parents passed away, we didn't ignore you. Now, your aunt needs help. Please, help us just this once!"
The commotion attracted a lot of attention.
People who didn't know the truth of the matter, upon hearing Shu Xian's words, might even think that they raised the niece.
And now in their time of need, the niece was hiding and refusing to see anyone.
"Ungrateful wolf, heartless!" someone muttered.
"Able to stay in a hotel this nice, obviously not hard up, yet refuses to fork out a cent, such stinginess."
Facing such pointing and mutterings, even though it was Shen Qingqing being cursed at, Shu Xian's face turned red.
She pinched her palm, forcing herself to put aside her pride.
As long as she could get the money to treat her son, losing face was a small price.
