Jiang Silu noticed their stares and whispers, feeling a little awkward.
Lu Fan said considerately, "How about this: I'll wait for you around the corner up ahead. You can get in the car once the crowd thins out, and then I'll take you back to your dorm."
"Okay." Jiang Silu was a little happy, surprised that Lu Fan had noticed her expression.
Then Lu Fan got in the car. After driving about a hundred meters forward, he stopped at a corner.
Jiang Silu, meanwhile, kept walking forward.
Just then, a man's voice came from behind her. "Silu, you can't go on like this."
Jiang Silu turned to look and saw He Haipeng walking over, his face flushed red.
"Class President?" Jiang Silu asked curiously. "Class President, what did you just say?"
"Silu... you... if you're short on money, you can come to me." He Haipeng found the words hard to say, but he said them anyway.
This made Jiang Silu even more confused. "Class President, what do you mean? I don't understand."
