She dashed forward at lightning speed, ran all the way, and soon grabbed onto the sanitation worker's tricycle compartment.
"What are you doing?" The sanitation worker riding the tricycle was an aunt, startled by the sudden emergence of Ning Youguang.
"This painting is mine," Ning Youguang panted, clinging to the vehicle. "I just chased a robber, so I put it under the tree, not disposed of it."
The sanitation worker aunt stared at her face, which was more beautiful than a movie star's, dazed for a moment.
Then, after stopping the car, she approached Ning Youguang and softly asked, "Young lady, are you filming a scene?"
"..." Ning Youguang.
Her silence made the sanitation worker aunt smile smugly, "I guessed right, didn't I?"
She pointed to the bloodstains on Ning Youguang's beige sweater sleeve, "This blood looks really real."
"This blood is real," Ning Youguang chuckled, "I'm not an actress, I really did chase a robber."
