Mei Yangyang dropped the packet of facial serum mask in shock and got out of bed immediately. She glared at Lin Mingxi angrily and hissed, "Hey, you did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Lin Mingxi put on a pretentious smile and said, "It was just a slip of the hand. It's just too unfortunate that Ms. An happened to be sitting there."
An Xiaoning grabbed the bunch of noodles off her head and glowered at Lin Mingxi.
"Clean it up, Sis," said Mei Yangyang as she hurriedly brought over a piece of wet towel. Due to the fact that the bowl of instant noodles was boiling hot, fumes of steam could be seen wafting from the crown of An Xiaoning's head, which was badly scalded by the hot soup.
Lin Mingxi craned her neck to take a look and burst into laughter at the sight of a dishevelled An Xiaoning.
In high spirits, she laid back in bed, feeling satisfied as she finally got a chance to vent her frustration.
