There was a middle-aged woman in front of him.
“Big Sis, please hold.” Zhang Ye called out to her.
The woman looked back at him, “Oh? What’s the matter?”
Zhang Ye held out the address and said, “May I know which building is this wing?”
“Oh, it’s that one.” The woman pointed and then said to him, “You must be a reporter, right? Quickly go. It’s just behind the wing. She’s almost jumping off.”
Zhang Ye was stunned, “What does that mean?”
The woman said in surprise, “You aren’t a reporter? Hai, then it’s my fault. About half an hour ago at that wing, a girl sat on the top floor, as if she was jumping off at any moment. Quite a number of policemen have come. No matter how they persuaded her, she wouldn’t get off. Hai, young people these days are seriously… They think too lightly of their lives and want to commit suicide so easily. It wasn’t easy for their parents to rear them. Go take a look. I’m leaving.”