Outside the west gate of Peking University, a broom raises a cloud of dust.
Zhang Guilan coughs while spitting heavily onto the ground.
"Bah! What kind of thing!"
She wears a worn gray cotton jacket that has been passed through who knows how many hands, holding a large broom with bald bristles.
Since she was dealt with by Gu Yanshen last time and was criticized by the school's logistics department, her husband almost beat her to death.
To keep her husband's deputy director hat, she is forced to do the dirtiest and most tiring work—sweeping the streets.
"Beep beep."
A black Hongqi sedan slowly drives out of the school gate.
The window is half lowered.
Zhang Guilan sees Lin Wan Yi sitting in the backseat at a glance.
That woman is wearing an off-white cashmere coat, a red scarf around her neck, holding the little brat who broke her grandson's hand.
Next to the car, several professors are bowing and nodding, seeing the person off as if sending off an ancestor.
