Ou Jue quickly walked over to Xiyan, put the cherries on the coffee table, and pulled her up to check, "Are you burned?"
Qiao Qianmo swore inwardly.
It was clearly her who got burned, okay?
"I'm fine." Xiyan shook her head, her gaze lightly sweeping over Qiao Qianmo, "I didn't even touch you earlier, you tipped over the hot water yourself and got burned, yet you act all pitiful here. As expected of a top star, your acting's pretty good."
Qiao Qianmo pouted in grievance, "It was clearly you who pushed my cup away..."
As she spoke, she waved her hand back in front of Ou Jue, "Look, Ou Jue, my hand's all red, it hurts so much, sob sob, will it blister?"
"Who asked you to pour such hot water for no reason?" Ou Jue looked at her expressionlessly, "Pouring such hot water to give to my woman?"
Qiao Qianmo felt even more aggrieved hearing this.
