"What are you doing, are you trying to scald me to death?!" Lan Xiaojun's shriek reverberated through the living room.
Lu Manman was sneering deep inside her heart, but had a sorry expression on her face. It wasn't difficult to play a good girl.
She had simply chosen not to be scheming in her previous life.
Her gentle voice sounded through chokes. "Second Aunt, I was just handing you the tea, why didn't you take it? And now you say I poured it on you?! Did Manman offend you before? Is that why you don't like Manman?"
"Lu Manman, what are you trying to say? You obviously poured it on me on purpose, but you're saying that I didn't take it from you? Am I that silly? Would I scald myself like that?!" Lan Xiaojun was already hopping mad. She could not believe that she was being maligned by someone else this time—she had always been the one to malign others! Thereafter, she grumpily mumbled, "Oh, ow, it hurts…"
The back of Lan Xiaojun's hand was red.
