The hot, boiling kettle that was on the table rolled off and fell directly on his head.
He had already wanted to puke from being kicked, feeling nauseous at the moment, but as soon as he was drenched by the boiling water, he immediately started screaming out loud.
All of them stared at the weak-looking Sister Qian with their mouths in an 'O' shape.
She was wearing a pair of wide-legged pants, paired with a turtleneck sweater and a long, flowy coat. The look was completed with a pair of ten-centimeter tall heels. She looked exactly like a young miss from a wealthy family, and along with her elegant, gorgeous face, it gave the men around her a feeling of wanting to protect this young, fragile woman.
It was impossible to imagine that this weak woman had the strength of a man.
