"Stop fighting! How embarrassing! How old are you both! Wen Zhan! Brother Zhou! Stop fighting!"
Her shouts were in vain as bystanders gathered and pulled out their cell phones to take pictures.
Mu Wanqing, fearing the incident would become public and bring shame, charged again to stop the onlookers from filming.
Behind her, a thud sounded. Startled, she turned around to see Wen Zhan rubbing Zhou Yiru against the hood of a car again!
Unexpectedly, Wen Zhan, who usually appeared frail and often suffered from gastric flare-ups, like a male version of Lin Daiyu, was so fierce and valiant in a fight!
In contrast, Zhou Yiru, just like his name, was gentle and refined; brawling was certainly not his forte.
"Wen Zhan! Let him go!" Mu Wanqing no longer cared about stopping the onlookers and rushed back over, ready to pull Wen Zhan away.
But just as she got to the space between the cars, Zhou Yiru suddenly fought back and pushed Wen Zhan to stagger.