Lu Zhu's voice lacked any fluctuation, giving the impression of a completely unemotional, objective narration.
Even so, those two words sounded especially nauseating.
"How old are you? Your words are so unpleasant, those who know would think you are a student, those who don't might think you are a market hag cursing in the streets."
The dormitory supervisor was not the least bit polite with Zhou Xitong.
She had disliked her for a long time.
Relying on her family's money, she was spoiled and remained unchanged, often messing around with boys under the dormitory building, affecting the campus atmosphere.
The more Ye Chunxiao listened, the more he felt that something was amiss. Lu Zhu was telling the truth, but obviously ignoring many details.
For example, when Yue Qingqing had grabbed Zhou Xitong's wrist earlier, the pain had made Ms. Zhou cry.
But Lu Zhu did not mention it at all, glossing over it lightly.
