Fang Mu had received a hit.
The cup hit his chin and instantly hit the ground. It did not shatter and rolled a few times on the ground.
The boiling water splashed on his neck, and his skin quickly turned red.
Yet, Fang Mu did not even grunt; he just frowned.
Fang Pingjue raised his eyebrows. When he saw that Fang Mu's skin had been scalded, he recalled that the tea in his cup was not that hot. Fang Pingjue subconsciously looked at his right hand and realized that his teacup was still there, but Fang Yusheng's teacup was missing.
Only then did he realize that he had grabbed the wrong teacup.
Fang Pingjue was a little puzzled. Why did Yusheng put his teacup beside me for no reason? Was he waiting for me to throw it?
He did it on purpose?
Fang Pingjue confusedly looked at Fang Yusheng.
At this moment, Fang Yusheng suddenly stretched out his left hand and looked around like a blind person.