Bang!
The porcelain cup smashed onto Luo Xuanran's head, clattering as it fell.
He had neither Mo Han's dexterity nor the latter's reaction speed.
Not only was his face drenched with tea leaves, but a lump as large as a quail egg had also formed on his forehead.
Instead of being wrongfully blamed like Mo Han, he received a harsh lesson from his grandmother.
What does "to try to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice used to lure it" mean? Luo Xuanran got a real taste of it this time.
Seeing signs of Old Lady Luo's anger, Luo Yuantu hurriedly stepped forward to appease her, "Mom, Xuanran is inexperienced, probably got the cold shoulder at Tian Sheng Group, that's why he did this."
"Please don't hold it against him, after all, he's still your grandson."
