Night school, Principal's office, the door is open.
After Jiang Cheng dialed the number, she was finally connected to the textile factory after a wait.
The operator on duty ran to fetch Jian Yueer's father.
Jian Yueer's father, the production director at the textile factory, thought something major had happened, rushed over in slippers, panting.
The phone rang, Jiang Cheng answered it.
"Hello, is this Comrade Jian, Jian Yueer's father?"
"What's wrong with Yue Er?"
"Yue Er is fine. Uncle Jian, hello, I am Yue Er's classmate, Jiang Cheng. There's something I need to discuss with you."
"Yue Er said... someone... Although we can't trouble the police based on speculation, I believe the safety of girls is more important, and we shouldn't ignore it. It's better for the parents to take action, without everyone being happy, if there's really trouble, we won't be passive either."
