"He Zhilan, look quickly, who knows who posted this piece of gossip on the wall, it's slandering you." Huang Cai's expression was a mixture of worry and anger, pointing to a piece of paper the size of a newspaper posted on the wall at the entrance.
He Zhilan, a freshman majoring in foreign languages, was already well-known, and with the suicide of Liao Qinghong, almost everyone at Capital University knew her. As she appeared, everyone pointed and whispered.
"What is this?" He Zhilan frowned, and noticing the looks on people's faces, she had a bad premonition. Pushing through the crowd to get a better view, she stood in front of the gossip, and read the content in mere seconds.
