The change came abruptly.
Zhou Yun instinctively turned around, trying to dodge, but a sticky and slippery liquid had already been splashed on her head, neck, and clothes.
"Stay away from my brother! You bitch! Stop leeching off my brother's popularity!" The young girl, who had just looked cute with a smile, suddenly twisted her facial features and her voice became shrill, as if a knife was scraping across glass, "Next time I see you leeching off my brother's popularity, it won't be just tomato juice!"
"Security—" Zhou Lan, noticing the commotion, let out a yell and shouted loudly.
She ran towards Zhou Yun.
The young girl who splashed tomato juice on Zhou Yun's face turned and ran away.
"Don't run! Stop right there!" Zhou Lan yelled, attempting to chase after her.
Zhou Yun wiped the tomato juice from her face and hair, expressionless.
The people around were all drawn to the commotion.
Zhou Yun wanted to hide herself, but obviously, that was impossible.
