C312 Hate of Meeting Late

Hearing that it was a white mouse that was trying to catch a mouse, Zhuang Duxing could not help but laugh in shock. "What kind of medicine is Lady Lian Yi trying to sell?"

Feng Ningyan smiled slightly, taking out the thing in his hand, he placed it on the table: "Of course it's rat poison."

After that, she asked for something ordinary like an oil lamp, a porcelain bowl, clean well water