"No need for your fake kindness!"
Ai Youhuai glared fiercely at Chai Xinyan, her face twisted with rage.
Because she hadn't anticipated Ai Youhuai would pull such a stunt, Chai Xinyan didn't have any guard against her. When she saw the rice being thrown at her, it was too late to dodge.
As a result, Chai Xinyan was bewildered as she was drenched in a bowl of rice.
She took off the training hat, her short hair wet with sweat, now covered with rice, which had also landed on her face.
Already looking somewhat disheveled from working under the blazing sun, Chai Xinyan was now in complete chaos.
Chai Xinyan was completely stunned.
In a few seconds, Ai Youhuai realized what she had done, and her face looked a bit off, as if she hadn't expected to actually act out. But quickly, she assumed a cold and angry expression, forcibly suppressing any previous feeling of guilt.
