Chapter 88 No Need To Go That Hard

• Her scream tore through the air—and fire ripped across Celia Jeane’s forearm. What the—
• Celia dropped her gaze. Du Shan had tilted the cup in her hand and poured scalding water straight onto Celia’s arm. Even with long sleeves in cool weather, the skin showing was already flushed raw. What kind of beef did she have to come at her like this first thing in the morning?
• Before Celia could speak, Du Shan beat her to it—eyes brimming, voice dripping hurt. “Celia, I know you don’t like me, but you didn’t have to splash boiling water on me. How could you—”