C169 The Murderer

There was a thick smell of gas in the air, but she was using an electric stove and there was no gas at all.

Tang Nuanyang covered her nose and stood up from the wheelchair. She walked towards the door. Fortunately, her feet were almost healed. When she walked, her wound did not split open.

In the darkness, she touched the door handle and turned it happily. When she wanted to escape