Stepping forward, Yao tore open Jiang Nan's shirt.
His chest was indeed red, but fortunately, the soup had cooled down, and the burn wasn't severe, just slightly red.
Meimei exhaled softly, "Jiang Nan, quickly change your clothes and rinse your body with cold water. After drying off, I'll help you apply some burn ointment."
"Okay..."
Jiang Nan stared blankly at her small face, not having looked enough before feeling a chill on his back, hurriedly buttoning up his shirt and rushing to the bathroom.
Once everything was tidied up and he returned to the dining room, the dishes were already cold.
Jiang Nan, having been splashed with soup and startled, and after going through cold water... looked like a wilting eggplant, slumped listlessly in the chair.
"I'll have the kitchen prepare everything anew," the butler glanced at the dishes on the table, bowed respectfully, and prepared to leave.
