Liu Xiulan just felt that the young people across from her had extraordinary demeanors and didn't pay much attention.
After all, although there aren't many tourists in this area, there are always a few who enjoy wandering around the alleyways every day.
So she just glanced at them and continued walking home with her bag of salt.
She didn't know Shen Siyuan and the others, but Shen Siyuan knew her.
After all, Song Meixian had already sent over Liu Xiulan's photo, so as soon as they met, Shen Siyuan recognized her.
Then he quickly approached her and blocked her path.
"Are you Grandma Xiulan?" Shen Siyuan asked.
"Who are you?" Liu Xiulan looked Shen Siyuan up and down with some confusion.
She was someone who had seen the world, encountered all sorts of young people—some handsome, some talented, some of distinguished family backgrounds. They all had an air of self-confidence and natural pride, each possessing a unique aura.
