"What's that smell?" Shen Qinghuan's pretty nose wrinkled, and Yu Beiting's face darkened.

That's the smell of rotten eggs.

Shen Qinghuan also realized that it was Yu Beiting who blocked those rotten eggs for her.

Yu Beiting took off his coat and handed it directly to the bodyguard outside.

"threw."

Bodyguard: “Yes.”

Lin Yicong brought the medicine box.

"Lower your head." Shen Qinghuan's delicate little face was tense.

Is she going ...