Ugh!
Chen Bojun smelled the stench and immediately bent over, grabbed a trash can, and began vomiting.
Lu Zijin, her face full of disgust, blew out a breath of "immortal energy." A fierce wind swept through, dispersing the foul odor.
Gu Jianlin felt his heart skip a beat.
He had just bragged to his superiors about securing his footing in the second echelon and taming a devilish troublemaker. While it couldn't be called saving the world, at least he'd accomplished something noteworthy.
But the next second, he was smacked in the face.
He instantly recognized the stench; it was undoubtedly the handiwork of the Little Princess.
What sorcery is this? He'd confiscated the formula, yet the brat somehow concocted a new poison overnight!
Only then did he remember to fish out the crumpled little notebook and glance at it.
Good heavens, it was full of pinyin!
For some reason, a ridiculous thought struck him—the troublemaking kid probably didn't even know how to write.
