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It was summer, and Wen Jing wore short sleeves. Her skin was fair and delicate, but just now as the pot lid came off there was a burst of steam, reddening her entire lower arm and showing signs of blistering.

It really hurt. Wen Jing wasn't very tolerant of pain to begin with. In a short period, she was drenched in sweat and started crying from the pain.

...

"I'm going down to the store."

Lan Mu was meeting with a business partner and insisted on bringing Yan Zao along. When Yan Zao received the phone call, she got up in a flurry, interrupting Lan Mu's conversation with someone else.

Her face slightly pale and panicked, Lan Mu grew nervous as well, "What happened?"

He stood up and had already approached Yan Zao.

Yan Zao said, "Wen Jing got scalded in the kitchen."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sicheng on the other side of the table sprang to his feet, "I'll go take a look."

As he spoke, he was already at the doorway.

Yan Zao followed him out.