Shi Man pushed with all her might.
Zhao Jing had just stretched out a leg. Coupled with the fact that the ground was made of smooth tiles, she lost her balance and actually fell forward. The soup in her hand had already spilled on the ground.
The plate fell to the ground with a soft sound, and hot soup splashed everywhere.
Zhao Jing cursed in her heart. In the next second, she fell into the puddle.
Fortunately, the clothes she was wearing were thick enough and the soup did not touch her skin directly. However, her wrist was still knocked heavily. Many green leaves and vegetables hung on it, making her look miserable.
Zhao Jing wailed, and the people beside her immediately came over to help her up.
Cheng Luo barely stabilized her feet before she approached Zhao Jing. A lot of soup spilled on her shoes and dirtied them, but this was better than being secretly injured by Zhao Jing just now.
