When Hua Miaobing returned to the guesthouse, a large crowd had gathered at the entrance, including reporters and civilians, all sorts of people. Staff cleared a path, and as Hua Miaobing and her group walked quickly through, they could hear voices rising and falling on both sides.
"Expert Hua, we heard your car overturned on the mountain. Was it just an ordinary traffic accident?"
"Expert Hua, before the accident, your car was surrounded by local people. What do you think about that?"
"Expert Hua, there's a rumor that you were born here. Is there any truth to it?"
"Expert Hua, Expert Hua, don't go—"
The glass door of the guesthouse shut tightly, blocking the noise from outside, and finally, there was a moment of peace. Yet, several people were watching Hua Miaobing, their eyes filled with doubts, concerns, and anxiety.
