Mu Keren, who was originally looking up at the text message, suddenly began coughing uncontrollably the instant she fully comprehended its contents.
This action directly shook off the ice cubes that were wrapped in a towel on her cheeks.
The sound of the ice cubes hitting the floor was loud and startling, which alarmed Uncle Hua and Xiaomei nearby.
"Keren, are you okay?" Xiaomei ran over and quickly fetched a few tissues for Mu Keren to wipe her small face, which was damp.
Meanwhile, Uncle Hua bent down to pick up the ice cubes and towel from the floor.
As he collected them, Uncle Hua grumbled like an old lady, "I say, my little ancestor, what exactly is this fuss about?"
"Uncle Hua, I'm not fussing..." Mu Keren, who had been chided again, pouted mournfully.
The real culprit was Huang Qingtian, wasn't it?
He had bullied her hands so badly last night.
Not only were her hands tender and weak now, but he had also sent this kind of message.
