Feng Lin made such an impression because it was summer now.
Who would wear a sweater for no reason?
He shook his head lightly and didn't really care.
"Brother, what I have here is just baijiu. How about I feed it to you?"
Han Meimei took a sip, puffed her cheeks, and looked at the buzz-cut man.
The man, driven by wild thoughts, turned back and winked at the people beside him.
It seemed he was proclaiming his charm.
Immediately, he nodded with a smile, "Well, well, the beauty is quite playful."
"Pff!"
Han Meimei suddenly sprayed the man's face.
"You nasty woman… you're looking for death!"
The buzz-cut man felt an unbearable burning in his eyes.
That pungent smell instantly shot up to his forehead, causing his body to shiver uncontrollably.
Eventually, he fell to the ground with a thump.
The few people next to the man saw what happened and all turned pale with fright.
What was going on?
Seeing the woman's sickly appearance, could it be that she was drinking poison?
