The next day, Qiao Nian woke up in the morning and went to Aunt Chen's usual stall.
She had just turned the corner when she saw that Aunt Chen's stall was surrounded by onlookers.
The crowd was bustling.
As if they were watching something fun.
Qiao Nian frowned. She pulled down the hood of her jacket, removed her earphones, and walked forward.
"Excuse me, please make way."
She squeezed into the crowd and finally understood why so many people were gathered there.
A luxury car was parked not far from Aunt Chen's stall. A black Bugatti Veyron was definitely an eye-catching existence in a small place like Rao City. Many people probably stopped to watch the commotion because they were attracted by the luxury car parked by the roadside.
Not far away, someone was tugging at Aunt Chen, as if they wanted to force a bag into her hands.
"Madam Fu, this gift of yours is too precious. I really can't accept it."
