Inside was the cubicle, and in the chaos, she chose one with an open door, rushing in and frantically locking it.
The very next second, a pounding on the door rang out, along with a woman's shrill voice, "Open up, Fu Han, get out here, do you think I can't do anything if you don't come out?"
She didn't recognize this person, but the person in black had called out her name, clearly targeting her.
Apparently, someone had hired this person, but what was their purpose? Was it to injure her or to kill her?
Fu Han's arm hurt so much it had gone numb. With her good hand, she fumbled for her phone in her bag, meanwhile shouting desperately, "Help, there's a murder, I've called the police, you better leave before they come and catch you."
Whether it was her words that had an effect or not, the pounding and kicking at the door from outside had indeed quieted down.
