Lu Xiaoyou looked at the bright red paint on her chest and clicked her tongue inwardly.
If it hadn't been for the chaos in the narrow boarding passage and her attention on Long Xiliang, she wouldn't have been caught off guard by someone else.
The thick red paint dripped down Lu Xiaoyou's chest, while beside her, a fan yelled lowly:
"Who threw it!"
Some were indignant, some were taking photos, the sound of shutters clicking, and some were recording videos. The fact that Lu Xiaoyou had been splashed with bright red paint on her chest was about to spread on the internet.
"Bang!" A loud noise startled Lu Xiaoyou, turning her head to see Long Xiliang grasping a woman's neck with one hand.
The woman was dressed in a black down coat, and Long Xiliang lifted over a hundred pounds of weight with one hand, pinning her against the wall.
The woman's feet hung in the air, her hands grabbing at the man's arm. She kicked her legs and waved her hands, trying to break free from his grip.
