C524 The Dark Side of Her Life

Here, no one could recognize her, Miss Song.

This feeling was exceptionally easy.

Therefore, she put on the rabbit mask and wandered around with the group of masked men. She would also look at the old man selling stinky tofu and ask while pinching her nose, "How much is it?"

"Twenty dollars a portion."

She bought one, too, and took a bite out of it. She frowned, unable to swallow