Gu Ya didn't drink the soup.
His large hand suddenly clamped down on Su Yunjin's wrist. "Yunjin, tell me, who exactly took you away today?" Because of the force he exerted, the bowl of soup in Su Yunjin's hand spilled, the scalding soup splashing onto her wrist. Su Yunjin gasped in pain.
"It hurts, it hurts, husband, it hurts." Su Yunjin shook her hand. The soup that Liang Aunt had just simmered was as hot as boiling water, and when it splashed onto her wrist, the pain was sharp enough to take her breath away.
