Nobody had expected this; everything happened suddenly.
Even Nian Xiaomu was dumbfounded and stayed at where she was.
When she finally came back to her senses and wanted to back away, it was too late. She could only look on helplessly as the bowl of soup surged toward her.
At that instant, a slender figure blocked her from the front at the speed of light.
He reached forward, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her right into his solid chest.
"Wah…"
The steaming hot soup splashed directly onto Yu Yuehan's back.
"Bang!" Cheng Xiulu had never expected the soup to land on Yu Yuehan. Trembling with fear, she dropped the bowl, and it shattered into pieces right away.
Her face instantly turned ghastly pale. She looked at Yu Yuehan's clothes, which were soaking wet and stuttered, "I, I did not do it on purpose…"
"…"
