At this moment, Duan Jianchuan also realized that there was a problem with the makeup artist and he beelined for her.
The makeup artist turned pale, and sensing that things were going awry, turned to run outside.
"Don't run!"
Duan Jianchuan bellowed, his long legs striding forward in a split second, he rushed towards her.
The makeup artist's speed was no match for Duan Jianchuan.
With a few quick steps, Duan Jianchuan caught up with the makeup artist, grabbed her arm, pulled her backwards, and then, with a shoulder throw, hurled her into the pile of costumes nearby.
The makeup artist felt as if her shoulder had been dislocated and screamed, "It hurts! Let me go, let me go!"
Duan Jianchuan's face darkened as he asked sternly, "Who are you? What were you planning to do to Shang Junxiao?"
In severe pain, the makeup artist gritted her teeth, glared fiercely at Duan Jianchuan but remained silent.
