This lounge was a privilege provided by the school for Mo Zhi and Lu Zhu.
After all, they had plenty of ardent fans, and the school was worried something might happen at the last minute.
"Help! — Dad! —" A heart-wrenching shout rang out.
The three people at the door tensed up, and Mo Nanze immediately rushed in, followed closely by Mo Sinian.
They saw a man pinning Mo Zhi against the makeup table with ill intentions.
"Let her go!" Mo Nanze roared in fury, yanking the man away and throwing punches.
Mo Zhi was terribly frightened, her collar torn open and several red scratches visible on her arm, as she sobbed intermittently.
"Xiao Zhi, don't be afraid." Mo Sinian hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her.
At that moment, when Mo Zhi looked up and saw Mo Sinian, she naturally embraced his waist and buried her face in his chest, crying.
Lu Yinfeng, wearing high heels, was slower because of her footwear.
Still, she hurried over, concerned about Mo Zhi's condition.