With a swish, a full cup of orange juice spilled all over Lin Minhao's body, with droplets trickling down punctuated by the yellow fruit pulp.
Lin Minhao was frozen stiff, standing there dumbstruck like a wooden chicken.
Blinking, whispers and snickers started to rise around him, praising the spill before he suddenly snapped out of his daze.
He got splashed by Zhao Mengmeng? This damn woman Zhao Mengmeng, not only physically assaulting him but now dousing him with juice?
"Zhao Mengmeng, you malicious woman!"
To Lin Minhao, this was a monumental disgrace.
Women only ever fawned over him desperately; not one had ever dared to lay hands on him!
Without any semblance of grace, Lin Minhao raised his hand to slap Zhao Mengmeng's face.
"Bitch," he cursed, channeling all his strength into his palm.
Zhao Mengmeng was within arm's reach when suddenly, someone firmly grabbed his hand.
