Instinctively, Mary Kinson took a step aside, released her hand and the bowl fell to the ground.
"Clap!"
The sound of porcelain colliding with the floor was so clear that everyone present could hear it clearly.
The Kinson family walked over in shock.
"Mary!"
"Mary!"
"Mary, are you okay?"
Xiaozhi moved faster than them. It seemed that she moved to the side of Mary Kinson in an instant. With her eyebrows slightly knitted, she reached out and grabbed the back of Mary Kinson's hand without being noticed. She looked up at him with concern and asked, "did it splash on your hand? Is it hot?"
"I'm fine," said Mary Kinson uneasily. She didn't understand why the stranger was so concerned about her.
Xiaozhi looked at Rose Kinson coldly and indifferently, "didn't you take a look at her when you came in? She's carrying the soup. What if she gets scalded?"