"Ah!"
As Hua Xiaomai was speaking, she was about to pick up an empty bowl from the table when she suddenly saw Guan Rong actually reaching her hand into the basin of water. Her eyebrows slightly knitted, she quickly darted over to grab Guan Rong's wrist and hoisted it up.
Guan Rong, who looked frail and weak, moved surprisingly fast. Her hand had already been immersed in the basin, and now it dangled mid-air, dripping water. Hua Xiaomai hastily fetched a towel to wipe her hand, looked up at her, and pursed her lips, "What are you doing?!" The urgency made her tone sound less friendly.
Seeing her reaction, Guan Rong gave an embarrassed smile as she withdrew her hand, lowered her eyelids, bit her lip innocently, and said timidly, "I just wanted to help you..."
