Chapter 015 Dirty Death

"Who did it?" Qing Shaoyu's cold tone, with a trace of bloodthirsty murder.

Tang Shuixin shrank in horror, an expression she had never seen in anyone. She shook her head, reached out her hands and pushed him into the driver's seat.

"I was almost bitten by a mad dog."

"Mad dog!" Qing Shaoyu muttered the word, and her face turned a little dark because her wording had a little convergence.

If he guessed correctly, this should be Yan Xingweigan's.

Now that she doesn't want to say it, he doesn't force her.

When Tang Shuixin saw that his expression was not so serious, his dark eyes were...