929 An Avalanche of Memories

Nian Xiaomu's position was too far back.

She tried her best to lean forward, but could barely see the figure on the stage clearly. There was no way she could get a good look at Mo Qian.

The images in her head continued to appear in bits and pieces.

Feeling rather uncomfortable, she had her hand supporting her head as she rested against her chair.

Her assistant, seated beside her, noticed there was something amiss with her and asked, "Manager Nian, are you alright?"

"Thank you to everyone who's present for coming…"

Before Nian Xiaomu could utter a word, Mo Qian's deep voice sounded through the microphone at the podium, reaching the ears of everyone present.

Nian Xiaomu's head started to hurt even more.

An avalanche of fragmented images that appeared in her head made her unable to see anything clearly.

All she could hear was a buzzing sound ringing in her ears.

It was deafening.