"Hey, Chuqing senior." A girl suddenly grabbed the corner of the form filled out by Xia Chuqing, "Aren't you lying?"
She pointed deliberately at the "parents' political status" column that Xia Chuqing had just filled in, with a tone full of sarcasm: "Chuqing senior, I heard Shen's hates people faking things on their resumes the most, and you're obviously doing just that!"
The girl's voice was loud, and a group of people gathered around to watch.
Xia Chuqing clutched the form, trying to pull it back, but with a "rip" sound, the form was torn!
"Who are you? I don't even know you." Xia Chuqing was getting angry.
The girl glanced at her indifferently: "You just said you knew me, and now you don't. Senior, you really love to lie."
The people around were just watching the commotion and didn't interfere, after all, they didn't know each other.
