Su Meng frowned in confusion. After some thought, she looked at Wen Le and asked, "Did you trample them to death?"
The only reason she could think of was that a centipede had been stomped to death. These things always moved in groups, and if one was killed, the others would follow the scent and rush over.
The reason why she only suspected Wen Le was because Wei Ting had been very careful, and he would not make such a low-level mistake.
Su Meng's words reminded him of the two centipedes he had killed and he felt guilty.
Now, he was in big trouble again. Wen Le laughed awkwardly before he touched his head in embarrassment and said, "That, I think I stepped on two of them. I was in a hurry and couldn't see my feet clearly, so I slipped away."
Su Meng knew it. She did not want to say anything more. It was her bad luck to meet a customer like Wen Le.
