Quan Shaoqing saw the worried look on her face, reached out, and hugged her waist. He kissed her face and said, "I'm fine! It's just a bit of water; it can't hurt me."
"Are you really okay?" Gu Xiaoxi grabbed his collar, looking at his relaxed face with worry in her eyes.
"I'm really fine!" Quan Shaoqing held her tight and then turned to the driver, Uncle Zhou, "Let's drive back quickly."
"Yes, young master!" Uncle Zhou immediately pressed on the gas pedal.
On the way back, Gu Xiaoxi couldn't stop worrying about Quan Shaoqing; after all, she had seen clearly that it was a bowl of boiling water.
When they arrived home, Gu Xiaoxi picked up the treasure she had won at the auction and followed Quan Shaoqing inside. As soon as they entered the living room, they saw a stranger sitting on the sofa.