"AH—" Mo Xiaomeng shouted as she landed on the floor. It was damp, making her skirt wet.
Upon seeing this, Tian Yunxin realized that the situation was turning bad. She quickly erased the loathing on her face and reached out to pull her up. " Are you alright? I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."
Not on purpose?
Mo Xiaomeng wasn't a petty person and didn't argue with her. After standing up, she pushed her hand away. "It's alright."
Just then, someone entered upon hearing the scream. "What happened?"
When she saw Mo Xiaomeng she was stunned. "Aren't you the one Young Master Ye brought over… What happened to you? Why is your skirt like that?"
