An Yang glanced at the crowded ticket sales plaza and frowned. "There are so many people lining up. I don't know if we can get a ticket. Let's go and ask them first. Tell them that we're looking for An Xiaohui."
Second uncle An asked suspiciously, "But with so many people and such a big company, can we find that bitch? Even if we do, how are we going to get in?"
An Yang gritted his teeth and said, "How would I know? Let's go and ask first. If we really can't get anything, we'll just buy the tickets to get in. If we can't find her today, we'll come back tomorrow."
Second uncle An thought for a moment and said, "Alright, we'll listen to you first."
They were just villagers and didn't know anything. It wasn't wrong to listen to their son, a college student.
Then, the three of them went to ask the patrolling security guard.
