Yu Weiwei's face turned as red as if it were bleeding, and although the window provided some sound insulation, she could still hear the murmurs of conversation outside.
"Young people these days are so open, and it's still broad daylight."
"Not just daylight, this is a bustling downtown area."
"With so many people coming and going, aren't they afraid of children seeing them?"
"Rich people really know how to live it up, this is all about the thrill."
...
In Yu Weiwei's vehement resistance, her little BMW rocked violently, creating an illusion for the onlookers that was not suitable for children.
The research institute wasn't far away, and shortly after, a few young girls came out to see what was happening.
When the girls saw it, didn't that car belong to their Director Yu's little BMW?
The girls covered their mouths, widened their eyes in surprise, and despite themselves, kept trying to peek inside the car.