It was indeed like the comment that called out those people who looked proper in real life, but they wouldn't even hesitate to utter the nastiest things to another person on the Internet—stuff that only a boor would say.
Tan Mo felt her racing heartbeat as it pumped through her veins. She was burning with rage but had no way to extinguish it.
Her hand that was holding her cellphone was trembling.
Many bystanders were staring at her while pointing fingers at her while she strode toward her dormitory.
At that moment, she wished that she had clairaudience ability like Wei Zhiqian to listen to what they were talking about.
The girls would at least cover up their mouths as they spoke, but the boys would leer at her.
The way they ogled at her with their speculations was unpleasant to the core.
Throughout her entire lifetimes, Tan Mo had never once felt so much ill-intentions directed at her. Ignoring the crowd, she rushed toward her dormitory.
