"Jiang Xinjie, are you sick? Addicted to this trick?"
Upon seeing this, Luo Qianxun quickly tried to snatch the bowl from Jiang Xinjie's hands.
This woman wants to frame her with this trick again?
But to her surprise, Jiang Xinjie suddenly shifted the direction and poured the chicken soup onto her hand. Only then did she realize she had been tricked, "Hiss..."
The pain made her instinctively smack the bowl away, spilling the chicken soup onto the ground.
Li Mingxun entered the room just in time to see Jiang Xinjie crying and Luo Qianxun glaring at her angrily.
He hastened and shoved Luo Qianxun aside, questioning, "Luo Qianxun, what are you trying to do to Xinjie again?"
"It's her who did something to me!"
Luo Qianxun retorted indignantly, "Look at my hand!"
Although the chicken soup had cooled for a while, it was still hot. Her hand was instantly scalded red.
His indifference to her burn bitterly stung her heart.