Song Yunuan chuckled.
What kind of plot was this, such a clichéd kidnapping method, and she had encountered it as well?
Could it be a case of mistaken identity?
Seeing the sincere and tear-brimmed eyes of the two people, Song Yunuan thought they must have mistaken her for someone else.
So, Song Yunuan stopped.
She even smiled at them and said, "You've got the wrong person; I'm not your Niuniu. You should hurry and look elsewhere."
The old lady was stunned, and so was the tall, thin man.
They quickly exchanged glances.
Song Yunuan was speaking in the Nan City dialect of Mandarin, which was completely different from the Beidu dialect.
It was soft and drawn out.
Someone said, "This young lady must be from Nan City."
