He lifted the teapot, and the scalding hot tea mercilessly poured down the edge of the teacup.
The intense heat pressed against Wen Mian's skin.
Just one instant was enough to burn Wen Mian's palm and wrist, stinging and searing as if engulfed by flames.
She instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but little did she know, Father Pei's actions continued unabated, pouring even more tea, more severely, onto her hand.
The relatives at the dining table, upon witnessing this scene, were so frightened that they didn't dare say a word, not even to intervene.
At this moment, the door was pushed open!
A gust of icy wind rushed in from outside, whistling into the room.
Following closely was the figure of Pei Zhiyao, striding hurriedly against the light as he entered.
Wen Mian could no longer bear it, and the teacup slipped from her hand, crashing to the floor with a loud "bang."
It shattered into pieces, scattering everywhere.
