Upon hearing news about Zuzi, Bao Gucheng's stern aura immediately shifted to feigned casual inquiry: "What's up with her? Speak!"
It sounded very businesslike.
Chen Long respectfully presented a laptop: "Mr. Bo, that Zuzi, on the surface, seems like a fool, but it's not so..."
Bao Gucheng snorted: "Nonsense."
A fool who can repeatedly get close to him—are you underestimating her intelligence or mine?
Chen Long pursed his lips and quickly continued: "Behind the scenes, she's definitely a spy!"
A spy?
Bao Gucheng's gaze deepened with interest: "What makes you think so?"
Chen Long opened the forum of Qingcheng High School, which had a dedicated gossip section for students to unwind after class.
Currently, the top trending post was a video from this morning showing Zuzi using green jujubes to beat up seven or eight classmates, leaving them bruised and swollen, and then hanging them on a jujube tree for display.
The comments section was filled with indignation:
