The Puppet Woman collapsed on the ground, completely incapable of movement.
Qin Ruan retracted her disdainful gaze, casting her cold eyes around the living room.
Seeing the tissues on Xia Yunchen's table, she quickly walked over and picked up one to wipe her hands, disgust on her face.
Xia Yunchen was utterly dumbfounded.
It was too cruel, too terrifying.
The Puppet Woman was frightening, but in his eyes, Qin Ruan was even more ruthless.
Tearing apart the Puppet Woman barehanded, that was not what an ordinary person could do.
This time, he truly believed in Qin Ruan's exceptional strength.
Qin Ruan wiped her fingers clean, but still felt a rotten stench on her hands.
She frowned, glared at Xia Yunchen in displeasure: "Do you have any wet wipes?"
"Yes, yes!"
Xia Yunchen pulled open the drawer under the table and dug out an unopened pack of wet wipes.
Qin Ruan took the wet wipes and cleaned the hand that had touched the Puppet Woman.
