Before she spoke, the wheelchair suddenly stopped. The man's brows were frowned and his face was stretched. He was a little more disgusted than the indifferent attitude he had just taken.'What's your smell?'

"What does it smell like?" Ding Yiyi sniffed his arm. "It doesn't taste very much. Maybe it was running too fast just now, so it sweated a little."

Before the words were finished, the man had pressed the button of the wheelchair and left without hesitation, and soon disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Who is this?" Ding Yiyi muttered, then raised his hand and sniffed his arm.

"Madam." The fat maid's solemn voice sounded like...