Hearing the commotion outside, Mu Xingfeng sat up and checked the time. It was already 3 AM. Who could it be at this hour?
Mu Xingfeng got out of bed, pushed open the bedroom door, and saw the little girl wearing his white shirt, carrying a bowl of noodles from the kitchen. The moment she saw him, it was like seeing a ghost.
"Ah—" An Ran screamed in fright, and the bowl in her hand fell to the ground. The scorching hot broth splashed on the floor and onto her exposed legs.
"Damn," Mu Xingfeng cursed, swiftly rushing forward to scoop An Ran into his arms. He carried her to the bathroom and placed her on the sink, turning on the faucet.
"Are you a pig? Can't even hold a bowl of noodles." Mu Xingfeng said coldly as he continuously rinsed An Ran's scalded legs with cold water.
