The car slowly drove through the district's road. The small villas along the way had a unified appearance, making it impossible to distinguish whose house it was. A few students, gazing longingly, finally collectively surrendered and turned to ask Student Wei, "What's the sponsor's house number?"
"How should I know?" Student Wei was about to roll his eyes at them, "I don't know what kind of people live in my neighborhood. My family doesn't let me get involved with the business, they didn't let me know about these things. All I know is that there's an old woman named Zhang living next door, and as for which company she's related to, my mom didn't tell me. Besides, it's not just business owners living in this area, that's what my mom said."
Student Wei's implied meaning was that bosses don't like their privacy being exposed. Everyone had to drop the subject and stop asking. Xie Wanying was only asking to thank the sponsor for sending her a phone back in the day.
