Wen Zhi's eyes were sharp, and seeing the murky liquid in the bottle he held, she instantly felt an ominous premonition.
Just as the man was about to open the lid, she instinctively stepped back, just in time to block some of the liquid splashing towards her with the bouquet.
The moment the bouquet came into contact with the liquid, it began to hiss and sizzle, and the originally vibrant flowers were corroded, wilting quickly.
Seeing that he hadn't succeeded and not daring to linger, the man realized that where Wen Zhi stood was within view of surveillance.
If he stayed any longer, he might reveal his appearance.
Before leaving, the man took a deep look at Wen Zhi and then turned to run away.
The ordeal had been so harrowing that Wen Zhi had never imagined in her life that she would encounter such an incident.
Although she had faced plenty of bullying overseas before, it had never been as severe as this time.
