Looking at the furry, soaking wet, and dead big rat that I don't know how long it's been in the soda can.
I felt a wave of nausea in my stomach, just like Lin Hang earlier.
Covering my mouth, I rushed to the bathroom to vomit in despair.
I vomited out all the rice noodles I ate at noon.
My mouth was bitter as hell, wanting to drink water but not daring to use the kettle or any other container in the rented house.
I took out a handkerchief to wipe away the sweat dripping from my forehead, silently deciding to go out and buy a bottle of mineral water, just to be safe.
I left the toilet and picked up the phone to call Lin Hang, "Little Brother Hang, are you okay?"
"I'm all good, sis." Lin Hang revitalized after going out, "I was about to call you; I delivered the clothes. Anyway, I'm playing games with Second Master now."
The call was hung up directly, so I had to call again.
This kid, he's bound to have bad luck!
Still thinking of playing games.
