Gong Yuan never thought that Ye Xiaobao would dare to do this to her in the Lu family's old house. Immediately, she let out a pig-killing scream.
The taste of a bowl full of hot soup poured over the body was not a joke.
Gong Yuan's face was twisted with pain, seriously doubting for her life.
She wanted to frame these two little brats, but she didn't want to pay such a big price!
Poured a little soup on her arm, burned a little piece of red, and then she could complain in front of Old Lady Lu. She didn't want to be poured a bowl full of hot soup!
The boiling hot soup poured from Gong Yuan's neck. Her exposed arms and neck suddenly turned red. The skin under her clothes was no better. No matter how calm and elegant she was, she could not help crying and jumping.
Especially when she thought of Ye Xiaobao's cold, indifferent eyes just now, her heart was even colder.
It was just awful.
In a trance, it was as if she saw a demon that had fallen out of the eighteen layers of hell.