"What's strange is that the stairs that we usually walk through have been sprayed with oil."
"Auntie lost the child because she stepped on this oil!"
Lin Hanxing smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
He couldn't see through her.
Lin Jiaojiao's face turned pale. She stood up and looked at Lin Hanxing, but the coldness in Lin Hanxing's eyes was terrifying!
He couldn't help but feel afraid!
"Cousin, I don't know who did such an evil thing."
"How did you know?"
This had happened seven years ago, so how did her cousin know about it?
"As long as I want to, there's nothing I don't know."
As soon as Lin Hanxing finished speaking, Jiang Xibao came back from downstairs with two plates of snacks in his hands.
There was a plate of sweet osmanthus, yam, and purple sweet potato cakes, and a plate of green bean cakes.
Jiang Xibao also brought her a cup of fruit tea.
