The kettle landed steadily in that hand without spilling a single drop.
Edward was shocked, his eyes wide open, his mouth forming an O.
It was then that Annie Dylan realized what kind of danger she had almost encountered.
She looked up at the shelf behind her, then down at the kettle in Ruan Qi's hand, feeling a sense of lingering fear.
"Xiaoqi Baby, thank goodness you were here, otherwise I might have been on my way to meet God!"
The weighty glass kettle hitting her head—pain was secondary; the main concern was that the kettle might shatter.
Her fragile head wouldn't withstand so many glass shards.
Annie Dylan, still with a bit of lingering unease, touched her unscathed head and looked at Ruan Qi with increased gratitude.
Ruan Qi released her grip around Annie's waist, placing the kettle back on the lower shelf, "Sister Annie, you shouldn't place things like kettles up high; it's not safe."
