The head chef nodded, immediately poured her a cup of hot water, and draped a coat over her.
Xia Qingtian cradled the cup of hot water in her hands.
Feeling the warmth spreading from it, it finally gave her a grain of warmth, lessening her shivers.
Once she had calmed down, the chef inquired again, "Qingtian, did something happen?"
He was currently very concerned about the hero who saved his grandson.
He could still bear his silence, but upon his inquiry, Xia Qingtian's face turned deathly pale again.
All she could think of was the brutal scene she just witnessed when suddenly...
"Xia Qingtian..." Bo Jingyan's icy voice echoed.
Xia Qingtian panicked, her shaking hands like someone with Parkinson's, and the water in the cup sloshed out, splashing onto her hands.
Bo Jingyan's stern eyebrows drew together, deep concern evident in his gaze.
"Why are you so careless? Did you get burned?" He strode forward, grabbing Xia Qingtian's hand to check for any injuries.