Meeting (3)

Yuan Yuwan's heart tightened, and she inexplicably recalled what Yuan Leyao had said.

Feng Manman came out with a tray with two teacups on it. Noticing her gaze, she said awkwardly, "I've embarrassed myself. My handwriting isn't good."

Yuan Yuwan forced a smile. "No."

Then, she reached out to pick up the teacup.

"Be careful, it's a little hot!" Feng Manman exclaimed.

However, she was too late. Yuan Yuwan's fingers were scalded, and she accidentally knocked over two cups of tea.

The overturned teacup rolled on the tray, spilling all the hot tea. It was about to splash onto Feng Manman's hand, which was holding the tray.

Yuan Yuwan didn't have time to think. She quickly knocked the tray to the ground. This way, all the tea was tilted to her side, soaking her dress.

A clang sounded especially loud in the silent night.

"Miss, are you alright?" You Bai pulled Yuan Yuwan back and said angrily, "What's wrong with you?"