Xuanhe Village,
A business car steadily parked at the entrance of the village, the door opened, and out stepped a short-haired woman with a graceful figure and dignified attire. Upon closer inspection, the nameplate on her chest bore small words—Donghuang Daily, Fan Qianqian.
As Fan Qianqian got out of the car, a muscular man followed closely behind, carrying an obviously expensive camera. The two stood at the village entrance, looking around: "Is this Xuanhe Village?"
"Hmm hmm."
As soon as the words were spoken, a tender voice sounded by their ears. Fan Qianqian looked down and met a pair of clear big eyes and long eyelashes. She smiled warmly, "Hello, little one."
Little Taotao nodded obediently, then glanced at the journalist-like Fan Qianqian and the camera behind her, couldn't help but mutter, "Are you here to interview Chen Yuan brother again?"
"Grandpa the village chief said to take you to the office."
Again?
