Her Hand
Qiao Chen gritted her teeth and looked up. She composed herself and looked at Qiao Nian. "1 didn't take your things."
"Try it, then." Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows noncommittally, looking quite cool.
Qiao Chen looked at her hand holding the spray and gritted her teeth. Her beautiful eyes flashed and she said, "Since you don't believe me, I can try... but if it wasn't me, you have to apologize to me."
Qiao Nian clicked her tongue, her eyes frivolous. She looked at her teasingly, as if waiting for her next performance.
Qiao Chen took a deep breath and hesitated for a long time before walking over slowly. She reached out to take the spray from Qiao Nian's hand.
That was when the accident happened.
Qiao Chen stumbled and seemed to have lost her balance. She accidentally tripped and fell to the side.
Qiao Chen 'panicked' and grabbed to the side. The iron porcelain teacup on the table was suddenly overturned and the boiling tea inside poured onto the back of her hand.
Qiao Chen cried out in pain and covered her hand. She had already fallen to the ground.
"Chen Chen!" Shen Qiongzhi was shocked and quickly ran over to help her stand up. Her heart ached when she
saw that Qiao Chen's right hand was covered in blisters from the hot tea.
She quickly blew on it. "Why are you so careless? Does it hurt?"
Qiao Chen's face was pale from the pain. Tears quickly gathered in her eyes, but she still shook her head stubbornly and comforted her. "Mom, I'm fine."
The more she acted like this, the more Shen Qiongzhi's heart ached.
"How can you say you're okay when your hand is burned like that! No, Mom will take you to the hospital immediately."
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