The sun above her head gradually became warm and the light dispersed.
After walking for a long time, Ning Qing's legs began to hurt.
Occasionally, someone would pass by. She glanced at the seats in the supermarket and slowly walked over.
After getting a little shade, Ning Qing finally heaved a sigh of relief.
She looked at the water on the shelf in the supermarket and her dry throat hurt slightly.
However, before she could do anything, a group of people holding microphones suddenly swarmed in front of her.
"Are you the Young Madam of the Nian family, Ning Qing?"
A microphone was placed in front of her, and unfamiliar men and women crowded around.
Ning Qing was stunned for a moment. She immediately raised her hand to cover her face and avoided the camera.
She denied it. "You've got the wrong person."
She wanted to leave, but the road was blocked.
