"Ah!"

The woman screamed in fear, but it was too late to hide.

The lunchbox was thrown directly onto Arthur's face, and the woman in his arms had some vegetable soup splashed onto her clothes.

Arthur picked up the lunchbox in his face, glaring at Celia, hating to can't break her into pieces, "How dare you throw it on my face! Where did you get the guts!"

"Just throwing rubbish." Celia flatly said.

Arthur pushed the woman away and strode to Celia.

He had ...