No one had expected Rong Yan to resort to such a despicable tactic.
Using smelly socks was one thing, but to actually use a dead person's smelly socks...
What was she thinking?
Qi Yan's gaze fell on the color of the socks.
... Uh, they might actually be those very socks, filthy, stinking, and black as if they hadn't been washed in centuries.
The question was... why did Rong Yan have these dead person's smelly socks?
Don't bring up the old lady haunting his dreams again.
If he hadn't gone to see her tonight, where would she have gotten that deadly bite for Rong Manman?
He felt like vomiting too.
"Wuu wuu wuu... ptooey ptooey ptooey..." Rong Manman was going insane; her whole face was green.
Especially upon hearing that what was stuffed in her mouth were the old lady's smelly socks, she really wished she could faint right there and then.
It was utterly disgusting.
And these were socks worn by a dead person.
Physiological vomiting...
