Jing Yunzhao was getting angrier and angrier as she recalled what had happened in the past few days. The bag was filled with things that she had touched before, including the fountain pen that Han Nan had given her, the water bottle that she had drunk from, and the fruit knives that were left on her dormitory table.
There seemed to be a faint smell of knockout powder in the air in the car. The composition of the drug was quite special, similar to what she had learned from the Naling Jade. The source of the smell should be Zhou Meijun or something she was holding in her hand.
No wonder he was so unbridled. He knew that she had some martial arts, but he still dared to sit in the same carriage as her. It seemed that it was because of that medicine.
"What do you want?" Jing Yunzhao asked with a dark look in her eyes.
