"Bang—"
Ji Weitian had just taken the rice out of the lunchbox when it dropped onto the small dining table.
She was shocked as she looked at Qin Nanyu, her eyes instantly filled with panic.
Her hand involuntarily clenched into a fist, uncertain whether Qin Nanyu had discovered anything.
The next moment, Qin Nanyu suddenly grabbed her hand, forcing her to relax it, "Did you burn yourself? Are you okay?"
"..." Ji Weitian wanted to say she was fine, but her throat felt tight, and she was too nervous to speak.
She stared directly at the man in front of her, who seemed to be speaking with profound implications, yet acted as if nothing had happened. She couldn't fathom what his words just now truly meant.
"Ji Weitian?"
Qin Nanyu couldn't wait for her response, thinking her hand must be in pain, and turned to call for medical staff.
Coming back to her senses belatedly, Ji Weitian hastily grabbed him.
"I'm fine, it's just that your rice spilled."
