The dark SUV drove up to one of the urban villages of the city—this was the address Xiaolu and Zhu Maolin mentioned.
At home, she has a father addicted to gambling, and the girl herself is particularly frugal, so living in such a modest place doesn't seem too unreasonable.
Zhu Maolin recalled an interesting thing, that the bus stop signs clearly displayed the schedule...meaning you could easily figure out whether there was a bus just by taking a quick look, no one would foolishly wait there.
But when he found Xiaolu, what was she doing?
She was jogging and jumping around the bus stop, seemingly doing some warm-up exercises—as if she intended to pass the long night like this.
In fact, before Xiaolu left the advertising company, she could have raised the issue of not having a bus. At the very least, she could have borrowed some taxi fare from Zhu Maolin. No one would mind that hundred or so yuan...but she chose the foolish method.
