Zhao Fei felt as if he had been nailed to the pillar of shame. When someone came to the dormitory to mock him, he furrowed his brow and chased them off.
"Get lost! If you want to gossip, go somewhere else!"
Gao Hongyi also received many messages on WeChat, all asking about the specifics of what happened. He didn't have the face to reply—he truly didn't have the face.
Inside the office of the deputy secretary of the School Youth League Committee.
Two wisps of blue smoke curled upward, Tang Hong and another middle-aged man were smoking together.
"This might not be a bad thing for them. Better to trip up early than stumble later in society," Tang Hong said calmly.
The middle-aged man asked, "That Mr. Shen—what exactly is his background?"
