"Ah!"
Qiu Xue screamed repeatedly as if she had seen a ghost and quickly dodged.
But it was too late; the two dishes had already left her clothes stained with oil, making her look utterly disheveled.
Qiu Xue's eyes immediately turned red, and she suddenly raised her hand to slap Liu Ziran hard across the face.
"Damn it, do you know how expensive my clothes are now that you've stained them?"
"You've made me look so pathetic! I'll beat you to death!"
Qiu Xue's face turned livid with anger, gritting her teeth and cursing Liu Ziran while jumping.
Yet she wasn't done; she rushed forward, grabbed Liu Ziran by the hair, and continued slapping her face repeatedly.
Liu Ziran was terrified, dodging and constantly apologizing.
"I'm so sorry, miss, I'm really sorry."
"Damn it, just saying sorry won't cut it, I'll beat you to death!"
Qiu Xue was vicious, raising her hand again as she chased after Liu Ziran.
"What's going on? What exactly is happening?"
