It was the voices of several girls, shrill and grating, laced with mockery.
"Just this kind of trash, huh."
"I thought she would be difficult to deal with, but she's just a paper tiger."
"Pfft... what tiger, she looks more like a vixen to me, wait, the lowest kind of vixen."
Realizing they were talking about her, Ye Ranran's hand rested on the doorknob, ready to push open the stall door.
However, the next second, a large wooden bucket appeared above the stall.
With a splash, the liquid from the bucket drenched Ye Ranran.
It wasn't ordinary ice water, it was red, with a fishy smell...
"Dog's blood, specially for dealing with vixens!" a woman outside shouted, "Ye Ranran, just enjoy your time here. No one will come to rescue you. We've already put up a maintenance sign outside."
As the woman finished speaking, Ye Ranran heard a huge noise right by the door of her stall.
With a clang, it seemed that the stall door was blocked by something.