Ming Xue stormed up to her, her hand raised to slap her across the face.
Mo Ran caught her hand in time, flinging it aside, and Ming Xue paused, slightly startled, before swinging again. This time, her hand missed, and she stumbled, bumping into the table which had a bowl of piping hot pork rib winter melon soup on it.
Seeing the bowl about to topple, Mo Ran's hand was faster than her brain could react, "Careful!"
She reached out to steady the bowl, but it was too late—the soup spilled out, scalding her hand completely.
"Ah!" She quickly pulled her hand back, gasping with pain.
Grandma, hearing the commotion, hurried over and grew very anxious, "Miss Mo, how are you?"
Seeing her hands were reddened by the scalding, she tugged at her to hurry to the kitchen, "Quick, rinse it under cold water."
