"Wait and see how things unfold," Ye Ranran murmured silently to Huo's mother.
Inside the room, Xu Zi was in a particularly sorry state, with rice sticking to her hair, scattered over her shoulders, and onto her chest.
Leafy vegetables clung to her forehead, with their juice trickling down her eyelashes onto her face, mixing with blush to turn her whole face red and green, like an actor in a play.
Xu Zi wiped her face, "You little bastard, how dare you hit me, I will beat you to death."
Xu Zi tried to grab Xia Yi and give him a beating, but why would Xia Yi let her catch him?
The two of them started running around the room.
Obviously, Xu Zi couldn't keep up with Xia Yi physically, and after running for a while, she was gasping for breath.
Hands on hips, she stopped and caught a glimpse of a chair next to her, an idea struck her.
She picked up the chair and hurled it towards Xia Yi.
"Stop her, quick," Huo's mother urged Ye Ranran to act.
