C653 Dead of hemp

Mu Ziyao rolled her eyes at Lin Shumo. She could tell that Lin Shumo had no ill intentions towards her, and more or less, her heart relaxed a little. Once her mood relaxed, she would be as if she was injected with chicken blood.

Lin Shumo crossed his arms.

"Don't tell me you don't find the meat jute on it familiar at all?"

Lin Shumo still did not believe it