Scarlett Yates took out her phone and was stunned for a moment when she saw who was calling. Then, after a few seconds, she answered.
"Where are you?" The caller's intent was clear, immediately asking without any greeting.
"I..."
"Tell me the address, I'll come pick you up right away." The voice remained cold, giving her no time to consider, making a decision directly.
"Why are you coming to pick me up?" After being in a daze for a while, Scarlett finally managed to say a complete sentence.
The morning sunshine was still soft, warmly shining on her, a halo of gentle, bright light surrounding her head.
Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders like luxurious satin, reflecting a beautiful sheen.
In the early fall, she wore a loose cream-colored sweater, the same old jeans beneath it, canvas shoes, an outfit typical of a student.
