Their discussion turned to He Ziyi once again.
"...Isn't He Ziyi in the Art School?"
"...Yeah, they say all her professors really like her. Well, of course, she's the eldest daughter of the He Family. How could they not like her? The school relies on the He Family's annual donations."
"...She seems to be in her early twenties, right? Why is she only a freshman?"
"...I have a friend in the Art School. According to him, He Ziyi seems to have some mental issues, which is why she's starting college at this age, and she often makes laughable common sense errors."
"...Really? Mental issues? Tsk tsk, that's really pitiful."
This news brought the group unparalleled satisfaction and a sense of superiority.
He Ziyi stood next to one of the girls, listening intently.
Finally, someone noticed her presence and frowned, scolding, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
He Ziyi smiled warmly and looked up, allowing them to clearly see her face.
