"It seems like Zuzi... has been picked up by a man outside again. I saw a grayish car parked at her dormitory entrance early in the morning!"
Immediately, a classmate spoke with certainty.
This kind of gossip about cars coming into campus to pick up female students, especially makes people's eyes light up, easily prompting them to imagine many "scenarios" that can't be described.
"Wow, how does she manage that, getting picked up by car every day?"
"The instructor doesn't even bother with her. She has the nerve to skip the report performance, how special."
"Could it be that she has some background we don't know about?"
Bian Xiaohong heard the discussion among classmates, which gradually took on a tone of envy, and she pursed her lips, unable to resist chiming in:
