Zhou Lan had been cautiously observing Zhou Yun's mood.
But after boarding the plane, Zhou Yun looked as usual, as if the incident just now hadn't affected her at all.
"Xiao Yun, don't worry, I'll make sure to find the person from the airport who did this," Zhou Lan said.
Zhou Yun chuckled lightly, shook her head, and replied, "Sister Lan, even if you find that person, it won't make any difference. She only splashed tomato juice on my face, nothing harmful. Even if the person is found and we report it to the police, the most that will happen is a criticism and education session."
A hint of pity appeared on Zhou Lan's face.
Zhou Yun knew all too well what was going on, leaving Zhou Lan at a loss for words.