Rong Yan also thought that her mother's suggestion was really good.
The three of them, looking at the expressions of the mother and daughter, immediately panicked.
"…please don't, we promise not to move an inch… and won't make the slightest sound…"
But their promises were worth nothing.
How could Rong Yan trust them?
She was about to start searching.
When Rong Wenming saw his daughter's movement, his eyelids twitched, and he quickly said, "I'll do this."
It's not suitable for a young lady to reach out. Don't dirty your own hands.
Rong Yan nodded and just stood aside, not getting involved in this.
And don't mention that the previously used Miyi Yan hadn't been finished; they found it without any effort.
"Daughter, how is this used?"
"Just blow it toward them."
"Don't…" The three men didn't have time to dodge. The next second, everything went dark, and they just collapsed on the ground.
"Is that it?" asked Madam Rong.
