The small broadcasting room immediately erupted with noise—some were jeering, some whistling, some pushing and shoving.
Zhuo Yao bit her lip hard, struggling several times to get up, but she just couldn't get out.
Every time she squeezed towards the door, a bunch of people would push her back.
In the end, tears streamed down Zhuo Yao's face, looking so pitiful that it finally stirred Peng Yue to remember his manly duties. He raised his arms and shouted.
"You all get out of here, make way for me!"
After he shouted, there was a moment of quiet, and then the jeering erupted even more fervently.
Someone teased, "Oh, heroic rescue of a beauty, huh?"
"Peng Yue, Zhuo Yao doesn't have her eyes on you at all."
"That's right, that's right. Look, she even sent your letter to someone else."
"Yeah, yeah, and she even changed the name."
"So Zhuo Yao isn't just good at studying, she has a lot of tricks too."
"Without tricks, how could she be good at studying?"
