Wang Xiwen, who had just been splashed in the face, was truly caught off guard. She hadn't expected her adversary to be even more brazen than herself, daring to splash her so openly.
That was far crueler than anything she had done—she had only intended to soil Tang Anzhi's gown.
"You bitch, you actually splashed me?" Wang Xiwen, recovering from her shock, reached out to slap Tang Anzhi. It was her first time being publicly humiliated, and the first time someone had splashed her.
The fury in her heart surged uncontrollably.
Tang Anzhi caught her hand with ease and spoke with a ghost of a smile, "I simply slipped, just like you did. Why get so angry about it?" Her eyes glanced at the orange juice dribbling into Wang Xiwen's mouth. She remembered that just a moment ago, the woman had her mouth open.
With that thought, she paused briefly before nonchalantly looking away.
