The cold wind of a northern winter came howling in.
It made their faces tighten, and sent a chill down the backs of Zhang Zhiqiang and the others.
No one spoke right away.
A big shot from the Imperial Capital, security in black suits, Rolls-Royces, a Bentley motorcade, and Su Yu in the flesh.
That scene had been far too much of a shock for people like them, who had barely even left the county. It was so overwhelming their minds went blank, and they could not recover for a long while.
Especially Su Yu, who had appeared so suddenly, then left just as suddenly.
Perhaps some female boss from the Imperial Capital, or some Director Jin, were all too distant for them—just vague symbols of "big shots," things they could not understand or touch.
But Su Yu was different.
This National Diva was truly known to every household.
Even in a small village like Dongzhang Village, her figure could be seen everywhere: on wall posters at the village entrance, on calendars in the little shop. She was a name every family would occasionally mention after meals or over tea.
But no matter how they thought about it, they could not understand how someone so high above them, so far out of reach, could have anything to do with Zhang Yan.
And judging by that scene, they were not merely acquaintances. She treated Zhang Yan like family.
She even seemed more like family than they did.
After all, they were going to live together next.
Liu Mei, Zhang Zhiqiang, and the others stood frozen in place, their gazes locked on the motorcade led by the Bentley until it turned completely around the street corner and vanished at the far end of the gray winter road, leaving no trace behind.
"Assistant