'Aunt Chen' was Nian Nian's favorite form of address. These people were dressed in expensive suits and leather shoes. The moment they arrived, they asked if she was Aunt Chen. It was obvious they were here for Nian Nian.
Although she hadn't seen much of the world, Aunt Chen knew not to cause trouble for Nian Nian.
However, before she could close the door, Mr. Zhou anxiously tore off his hypocritical mask and stuck a hand in the gap between the door and the doorframe. "Wait! I have something to tell you."
This way, if Aunt Chen wanted to close the door, she would have to hurt his hand. This was not something someone like Aunt Chen could do.
She frowned and looked at Mr. Zhou, who was unwilling to give up. She could only say good-naturedly, "I'm just an ordinary vendor selling noodles. I can't help you with anything."
