On the tray was an entire set of fragile glass tea cups and a full pot of boiling water.
If all of this landed Luo Ying's face, it would either kill her or disfigure her.
Luo Wan fell forward, sneering to herself.
'Luo Ying, as long as you disappear from this world, the Luo family and Lu Zhao will be mine.'
Before Luo Ying could react, the man in front of her had already held her tightly in his arms. What followed was the sound of the tea set breaking.
The purple clay teapot struck Lu Zhao's shoulder, and the fabric on his shoulder were all scalded.
The man frowned silently.
The rest of the boiling water flowed on the ground, giving off hot steam and covering the ground with glass shards.
If not for Lu Zhao's quick reaction, the pot of boiling water would have already struck Luo Ying's face. Coupled with the broken tea set, this would be a proper plastic surgery package.
