The villagers nodded and agreed before they finally dispersed.
The woman gave Song Ning water before she went to work.
…
In the middle of the night, a car drove into the village. A woman disembarked from the car and started crying silently.
When Song Ning saw the woman, she thought the woman looked familiar.
“Sister Ning Xia, I’m Xiao Peng. I’m Sister Yang Li’s assistant.” Xiao Peng stepped forward and held Song Ning’s hand.
At this moment, Song Ning’s eyes reddened. She finally had some connection to her original world. “Xiao Peng, why am I here? Why am I hurt? Where’s my family? Where’s my child? Do you know anything? Can you tell me?”
Song Ning’s voice was hoarse, but it was much better than before.
Xiao Peng stood by the window, surveying the surroundings before she returned to Song Ning’s side again. She said softly, “It’s a long story. Let’s talk about it later. This is Sister Yang Li’s hometown. She’s being targeted by Ye Xin’s brother. Since her grandfather died, she sent his ashes back here for burial. It just so happens that something happened to you at this time. I’ve brought the necessary things in the car. Tomorrow morning, word will spread that Sister Yang Li has passed away and will be buried. Apart from that, Sister Yang Li and Director Pan have arranged for you to be treated at a hospital. What’s most important is treating your injuries. We can talk about the rest later…”
Fortunately, Xiao Peng’s words were not too vague. The most important thing that Song Ning managed to glean from Xiao Peng’s words was that she was still in her original world. She had been an impatient person. Moreover, in this kind of situation, it was important that she remained level-headed.
Xiao Peng was indeed an experienced person from the entertainment industry. Her words and actions were top-notch.
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