Lu Fenying was about to push her away, when he saw the edge of a peach-colored dress by the door. He expressionlessly grabbed Xiu'er's hand and looked at it. There was already a red burn mark on the back of her fair and tender hand; it was a horrible sight.
"Why are you so careless? If anything happens to your hand, who will make food for me?"
Mo Qian'er saw this scene when she came in. Her eyes flashed, but she asked calmly, "What's wrong with Miss Xiu'er?"
"My… My lady, I accidentally scalded my hand when I was serving the dishes."
Shivering, she rose from Lu Fenying's arms and stood there pitifully with her hand hanging down.
Those who didn't know better would think that Mo Qian'er had asked her to burn her own hand.
