C642 Voodoo Toxin

If anger could kill, Yang Ping would have died many times. Facing Zhu Xi's cold gaze, he shrugged her shoulders and after Yang Yuxin left, she leisurely sat on the sofa. She picked up the cup on the table, smelled it, and revealed a satisfied expression.

Zhu Xi's expression changed as she shouted, "Put it down, that's my item."

After sniffing it, he did not find anything wrong