C153 Mischief

The boxes of food on the table glowed with a redwood glow. The food of Yan Shuang was always glittering. Comparatively, Yan Ling's yard was rather shabby.

She walked in front of the table and opened the box. She saw that the chicken soup was still steaming. She smiled faintly and brought it out. Unexpectedly, she didn't smell any poison.

As he was doing it, he said, "Shuang'er, last night