Unexpectedly, Yang Xiaoya had found a mask and directly placed it on her face.
"How about that? I'm pretty awesome," Yang Xiaoya said to Wang Xinying.
She felt proud and admired herself, knowing that even with the foul smell in Yin Xiaofan's room, they no longer had to worry thanks to the gas mask.
"Then I wish you good luck," Wang Xinying really admired Yang Xiaoya.
Yang Xiaoya, wearing the gas mask and rubber gloves, entered Yin Xiaofan's room again.
This time, prepared for the pungent odor, it soared up once again, but Yang Xiaoya couldn't smell anything, all thanks to the gas mask.
"This time you're dead." Yang Xiaoya took out an electric stun gun from her waist and slowly walked over to the bed. She saw Yin Xiaofan still sleeping quietly. She didn't intend to wake him up.
With a smile on her lips, she switched on the stun gun and it made a "Zizi" sound. Yang Xiaoya didn't hesitate and directly attacked Yin Xiaofan.
