"It... it was I who accidentally knocked over the teacup and got burned." Min looked at Xiqiu cautiously, then took her hand for reassurance, "Mother, it was really my carelessness that burned me."
If he had knocked over the teacup himself, it should have burned the back of his hand. How could it burn the wrist?
Xiqiu did not look at Min, released his hand, and walked to the door, lifting the curtain: "Where are Wuzhong and Erquan?"
"Madam." Hearing Xiqiu's call, Wuzhong and Erquan came over from the corridor and stood at the door. Xiqiu frowned and said, "Come in, I have something to ask you."
Erquan and Wuzhong looked anxious, hanging their hands as they entered.
