"What is that smell? It's so disgusting," Wang Xinying said, covering her nose. "Didn't Sister Liu buy stinky tofu?"
But Yang Xiaoya found the smell strangely familiar and immediately remembered what it was.
"It's the smell of Yin Xiaofan's feet," Yang Xiaoya said indignantly.
"What? The smell of Yin Xiaofan's feet?" Wang Xinying said in surprise.
It was visible all around, and Yin Xiaofan's figure was there. Was it coming from Yin Xiaofan's room? If it was true, that would be terrifying.
"Xiaoya, I suddenly lost my appetite. I'm going back to my room," Wang Xinying said. The dining room was so smelly no one could possibly have an appetite. She'd rather starve than suffer.
Yang Xiaoya was furious. Yin Xiaofan was a harmful spirit with smelly feet, not washing them and making them suffer such a disaster; the more she thought, the angrier she got.
