"Comrade, I'm looking for my daughter, her name is Zhong Yuanchun, she studies at this school. I'm begging you, can you help me call her out? I have something important to discuss."
Ma Xiaolan was pestering a young security guard, almost on the verge of kneeling in front of him.
The security guard, seeing her pitiful state, couldn't bring himself to chase her away, so he asked, "Aunt, do you know which class your daughter is in?"
"Well, I don't know, she never mentioned it."
"Then, what is her major?"
"This... I'm not sure either."
The security guard felt troubled, "Aunt, if you don't even know your daughter's major, it's difficult to find her. There are thousands of students in this school, I can't ask each one individually."
Ma Xiaolan's eyes filled with tears as she sobbed, "Young comrade, please help me, I beg of you, I really have something important..."
"What important matter do you have with me?" Yuan Chun suddenly appeared behind Ma Xiaolan and asked coldly.
