Although the leader in front of ger was dressed the same as the refugees, on a closer look, the flesh on his neck was still very tender. He did not look like a refugee who had experienced a disaster.
Ning Yue already had a guess that this person was very useful.
The real refugees had already sat down, leaving only the leader and another person behind.
"Everyone, sit. I'll be here and answer your doubts. You just have to wait for a while. In any case, you've already waited for the entire night and have eaten and drunk your fill. Don't tell me you won't be able to wait for another ten to twenty minutes?" Ning Yue said with a smile.
The leader was rendered speechless by Ning Yue's words. He gritted his teeth. No matter how unhappy he was, he could not flare up, because his role now was that of a suffering refugee.
Uncle Su, who had been ordered by Ning Yue, came over with a few thick books. "Princess, these are what you wanted."
