Nian Shutong stopped in her tracks and said to Professor Zhou, "Follow me."
She did not want to converse with Professor Zhou in front of everyone, so she kept her head down, constantly sitting in the shadows, and her appearance remained somewhat unclear.
Nian Shutong walked ahead, with Professor Zhou following behind. As for the market stall owner who had been given a weapon, he wanted to say something, but Nian Shutong did not give him the chance, and quickly disappeared.
When Nian Shutong had left, the space beside the stall owner became crowded with more people.
"Old Mao, what did she look like?"
"Yes, what did she look like?"
"Did you find out where she's from?"
"What's her background?"
The crowd's chatter made the normally talkative Old Mao instantly understand Nian Shutong's actions.
He chuckled and said, "I don't know, I was too busy talking, didn't really get a good look."
"She seemed to be an older person, I think I saw quite a bit of gray hair."
