The images posted were clearly the trading page for a peace charm.
For a moment, men were silent, and women wept.
The big shots tried to fake a resurrection, but they couldn't reach them.
The items produced by Su Nanzhi were not cheap, but everyone felt they were worth the price.
She casually turned off her phone, turned off the light, and lay down to sleep.
The next morning, Su Nanzhi got up, headed out to send a parcel, and grabbed some breakfast along the way.
Many were curious about the identity of "Centenarian," but since Su Nanzhi dared to trade so openly, she naturally had the confidence that others couldn't locate her.
Shortly after finishing all this, her phone rang.
"Is this Miss Su Nanzhi?" The voice on the other end was all business.
"What's the matter?"
"I am Zhang Yue, the butler of the Su Family. According to our previous agreement, we were to pick you up from Yunhai Village today, but your neighbor said you had left yesterday."
Zhang Yue looked very upset and his tone was forcibly calm. After becoming the butler of the Su Family, he had a say in the household affairs. Normally, even the slightly distant young masters and misses didn't dare to play such tricks on him.
A lady reared in the mountains for over a decade, what difference was there between her and a village girl, and yet she had played him like this.
As he said this, Su Nanzhi seemed to remember that her uncle had mentioned sending someone to pick her up.
It was just that the Zhao Family had already sent someone, and she thought that the Su Family was aware of it; unexpectedly, it was still such a situation.
The Zhao Family had not coordinated well with the Su Family.
Although Su Nanzhi was a bit surprised, she didn't really mind it.
"Mmm," Su Nanzhi responded indifferently, "I'm already in Beijing, so there's no need for you to come pick me up."
Zhang Yue: "..."
"Miss Nanzhi, I think you should have notified us in advance," Zhang Yue's tone started to harden.
Listening to him, Su Nanzhi suddenly chuckled lightly, "Sorry, I will pay attention to this next time."
That statement might as well have no sincerity at all.
"Butler Zhang, you can return now," Su Nanzhi said with a smile, her tone as neutral as if stating a fact.
"Miss Nanzhi, do you not have anything else you wish to say?"
Su Nanzhi paused, "No."
She hung up the phone.
She had no intention of dealing with the man on the other end who was fuming with rage.
Beijing is a bustling and lively place, but Su Nanzhi had no interest in exploring; she quickly returned to her nest to sleep.
She never seemed to get enough sleep.
Her eyes always appeared tired.
Four or five hours later, she received another call.
This time, the number looked familiar, like one she had answered before.
"Hello?"
"Su Nanzhi, you seem to have grown quite capable?" A harsh, yet aged female voice came through the phone and into her ears.
Su Nanzhi remained silent.
"Grandma," she uttered emotionlessly.
"Su Nanzhi, where did you go yesterday?" the woman, who was her grandmother by blood, questioned over the phone, "Why didn't you go to the old house when you arrived in Beijing?"
Why?
Su Nanzhi thought that they should know.
However, it seemed that the person on the other end of the phone didn't necessarily require her response. A slightly gentler and kindly female voice spoke up, "Grandma, please don't upset yourself, my sister probably didn't mean to upset you..."
That seemed to have some effect.
Su Nanzhi heard her grandmother's voice slow somewhat, "Yueyue, don't speak for her, I just know..."
The unspoken words that followed were likely nothing pleasant.