Before she could reach the door, the old lady's wailing voice was so loud that it made people's ears itch. It was as if she had a super-powerful loudspeaker in her throat.
Su Yan walked out of the door and found an old lady sitting on the ground. Her hair was grey, and her mouth was full of wrinkles. Beside the old lady, a woman dressed like a reporter was holding a microphone and recording the old lady's cries and curses. On the other side was her "good uncle" Yang Deyi.
Su Yan raised her eyebrows and couldn't help but click her tongue. It was really as she had expected. Liu Yuhuan had come here because of Yang Deyi.
Walking in front of them, Su Yan raised her chin slightly and looked down at them without a ripple in her eyes. "I am Su Yan. I heard that you wanted to see me?"
