Fang Ya had been working for a whole day and was about to go home when she was stopped by the section chief. "Fang Ya, I don't know how your family's situation is, but isn't it bad for you to be picked up by a private car every day?"
Fang Ya tidied up her backpack and asked the section chief, "What's not good about it?"
"If you act like this, people will think that you're... You're..." The section chief hesitated, as if he had something to say.
Fang Ya sneered at the section chief. "That I'm someone's mistress?"
The section chief coughed stiffly, his face alternated between red and white. "Do you realize how that sounds? But yes, that's the rumor.
"But if you pay attention to your words and deeds, this could be avoided," the section chief said earnestly.
Fang Ya shook her head and said to the section chief helplessly, "I can't care about what other people say. I just want to live my own life."