The university never lacked idle spectators. More and more people were gathering around, watching the spectacle, whistling, taking photos, treating Han Yingying like a monkey on display, taunted and played with.
"You're going too far. You're accusing someone without evidence. I hate you all."
With too many voices to argue against, Han Yingying had no choice but to message Shen Mosheng for help.
"Isn't throwing raw eggs and rotten tomatoes the practice when catching a mistress? Since we're lacking those, I'll have to make do with my breakfast tea egg, then."
Simply watching soon bored some, and those who loved watching trouble worsen threw a tea egg they were holding.
Han Yingying glared furiously with a menacing yet adorable point at that person.
"I've memorized your face now. You dare to throw things at me, my brother won't let you off!"
"Who's her brother?"
"Top figure at Q University, the overprotective brother fiend Han Zishi. Don't mess with him; he's terrifying."