121 The wrong one is that woman_1

Rong Shu ran out of the classroom, encountering many classmates along the way, who pointed at her and whispered, resulting in a flurry of rumors and gossip.

Rong Shu had never been subjected to such pointing and whispering, and her psychological defenses collapsed instantly.

She ran forward while crying, avoiding anyone who approached by picking less crowded routes.

As she ran farther off course, she eventually grew tired, randomly choosing a corner to hide in, her tears uncontrollably splashing down.

With a sob, she pulled out her phone and dialed that memorable number.

"…I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off, please try again later…"

Rong Shu's eyelashes trembled, and clear teardrops fell, as she incredulously redialed the number.

"I'm sorry, the number you have dialed…"

Rong Shu furiously hung up, her lips trembling, "Answer the phone."