Leng Yunfeng screamed like crazy, but Yue Xiang had already opened her bag and found a jasmine-scented hand cream.
“Give it to me! Don’t touch my things!”
Leng Yunfeng reached out to grab it, but Yue Xiang raised his arm slightly and glared at Leng Yunfeng, “This is your murder weapon, isn’t it?”
The weather was cold, and it was easy for the skin to dry.
Leng Yunfeng loved jasmine flowers, so the hand cream she used was almost always this type of jasmine flavor. After so many years, Yue Xiang still remembered this flavor very clearly!
“I didn’t! I don’t understand what you’re saying! You’re not allowed to slander me!”
Yue Xiang was so angry that he couldn’t help but raise his hand and slap Leng Yunfeng to the ground again.
“How dare you quibble! It’s You! You schemed! You smeared this thing on the floor!”After saying that, Yue Xiang threw the small hand cream in his hand at Leng Yunfeng!
