Mu Yin hid her hand in her loose sleeves and pinched herself hard, snapping her back to reality.
However, just as she was about to speak again, Bo Fengheng had already picked up the Ghost Mask that had been set aside, "This is what he left behind. I didn't notice anything unusual, but you can take a look."
Mu Yin was stunned, looking at that mask with an inexplicable sense of panic.
Perhaps because of the shadow in her heart, she hesitated for a long time, not daring to reach out her hand.
"Don't be afraid, I'll help you hold it," knowing the incident from last time, Lu Jingchuan reached through the bow on her sleeve to hold her small hand, and stretched out the other hand, ready to take it.
Yet, who knew that the man opposite could no longer control the rage within, and slammed the mask onto the table with a "bang," as the acid within seeped out, darkening his handsome face.
Seeing that everyone was watching him, he glared at Mu Yin with a huff, "Sorry, my hand slipped!"
