C175 The Tea Was Boiling
Xia Lan let out an "Ah" sound and retracted her palm reflexively.
On the back of her sparkling white hand, there was surprisingly a dark red mark of a rattan whip.
Xia Lan was shocked and angry and immediately questioned Wang Hee, "Why did you hit me?"
"Is this how you touch the tea cup?" Wang Hee was not afraid at all and was even more self-righteous than Xia Lan.
Xia Lan asked back