The entire matter revolved around whether Rong Shaoze might be infected with AIDS.
The media's imagination is vivid, and someone had analyzed all the times and locations of his recent dates with Zhou Yun to evaluate the likelihood of Rong Shaoze having contracted AIDS.
Lin Xinlan found the news fascinating, even more captivating than court dramas.
Rong Shaoze had been working in the study for a long time without coming out. At lunch, he didn't show up, and when Old Gu knocked on the door, he was nowhere to be seen.
Lin Xinlan didn't bother about him until ten o'clock that night, when Rong Shaoze still had not emerged. At the pleading of Old Gu, she mustered the courage to knock on the door of the study.
"Knock knock—"
Hearing the knocking, Rong Shaoze looked up and asked wearily, "What is it?"
"It's me, I've brought you some food. Have a little," she said.
Rong Shaoze was indeed hungry, but he still hadn't figured out how to quell this storm.
