Jiang Lan flinched, the spoon in her hand tilting. Hot porridge splashed onto her skin as the bowl nearly slipped from her grasp and clattered back into the pot. Suppressing a wince, she set the bowl down on the table and gently rubbed the reddening skin on her hand. Only then did she nod at Lu Jingchi. Nothing at the company ever escaped him. It was no surprise that the whispers about her and Mr.