"Isn't that Xiaoqing?"
Guo Donghua pointed outside the window, asking with some surprise.
Zhao Xiangguo and Mr. Wu both stuck their heads out and immediately saw the girl standing in the center of the stage.
In simple jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, although her hair made her look a bit mature, she still exuded a sense of innocence and purity, which seemed out of place compared to the whole stage.
Many people passing by glanced at her in surprise, then their lips curled into a mocking smile, probably thinking that a rich girl was out to satisfy her curiosity.
"Dingxun" wasn't without its female participants.
But it was always just for fun.
No girl had become famous from this.
Mr. Wu frowned, feeling like cursing.
He had thought Gu Xiaoqing seemed mature and steady, but didn't expect her to be the first to be so out of line.
It seems the saying "never judge a book by its cover" is always true.
"I'll go bring her up."
