Caught Red-handed (1)

The young girl's entire face was almost pressed against his. Her little hand was held tightly, and the little girl was about to cry.

"Wu wu…" Qiuqiu sounded like it was about to cry.

When he spoke, he seemed to be speaking incoherently.

Yang Dianfeng heard her weak cries and his rationality told him to push her away.

However, he tightened his grip.

There was something wrong with him.

Ever since he drank that bowl of bird's nest, he had been acting strange.

He had miscalculated.

His mother had not given up.

There was something wrong with that bowl of bird's nest.

Yang Dianfeng took a deep breath and bit his tongue. His mouth was full of blood, and he gradually regained his consciousness. He pushed away the little girl who was so scared that she was about to cry.

The tip of Yang Dianfeng's tongue was filled with a fishy smell. He closed his eyes, not daring to look at the woman whose skin was so white and her face was still full of confusion.