C2684 Voodoo Toxin

If anger could kill, Yang Ping would have died many times. Facing Zhu Xi's icy gaze, he shrugged his shoulders and leisurely sat on the sofa after Yang Yuxin left. He picked up the cup on the table and smelled it, showing a pleased expression.

Zhu Xi's face changed and she shouted, "Put it down, it's mine."

He smelled it and found nothing wrong