The beggar raised his head, seeing Shu Yu looking at him, he quickly extended his bowl, "Miss, please be kind."
Shu Yu touched her sleeve, pulled out five or six copper coins from it, and walked forward to place them in his bowl.
Just as she bent down, she suddenly had a feeling of being watched.
Years of caution made her trust her intuition very much; the hair on her body instantly stood on end, and her entire body tensed.
Shu Yu's actions paused slightly. After putting down the copper coins, she said nothing and straightened up again.
She then smiled, stepped back two steps, and turned around nonchalantly.
There was no one behind her, only a moderately sized inn. At this time, there were only two or three tables of guests inside, drinking wine, eating peanuts, and chatting.
Indeed, no one was looking this way; it seemed as if it was just her imagination.
Shu Yu pursed her lips and simply stepped into the inn's main hall.
