Realizing he had conjured images he shouldn't have, Dongfang Wuya's brows furrowed slightly, "When I asked you a question, why didn't you answer? Do you have something to hide?"
It couldn't possibly be that after being treated the way Yan Changsheng had treated her, she would still want to go back to that thoroughly rotten possibility.
"What would you like to ask, Uncle-Master?" Shen Qinghe was slow to respond, unsure which question he was referring to.
Dongfang Wuya repeated himself with patience, "I asked you why there is a strange smell on you. Also, the clothes on you with that peculiar smell are making me feel dizzy and nauseous!"
Shen Qinghe lifted her sleeve to take a careful sniff, but didn't detect any unusual scent.
But given Dongfang Wuya's cold gaze, she still performed a Purification Technique on herself.
To her dismay, Dongfang Wuya was still not satisfied and ordered her, "Change the clothes you are wearing!"
