The sun had not completely set, but it was already dark outside. When the White woman stuffed paper into Zhang Zian's car window, Zhang Zian thought she was giving out small advertising flyers. He thought to himself that these small advertising flyers were too simple. At least they should have been printed on bronze paper ... When she walked into the visitor center, he noticed that she looked Haggard, her hair was tied up behind her head, and her eyes were bloodshot. She looked like she had a serious lack of sleep.