Zhao Rong recognized the pink bellyband at first glance.
After all, he had often used it to wipe his hands in the past.
A certain clumsy girl seemed to think he liked it, so she liked to wear it too...
Yet, now it had fallen from his clothes, and considering a certain Fox Demon had stayed here last night, the culprit was obvious to Zhao Rong.
Although he had solved the case in a split second, his current situation was more severe than social death.
After a striking piece of pink silk fabric appeared under someone's feet, the room fell into deathly silence.
The woman who was about to take a mandarin duck bath with Zhao Rong stood still, lowered her eyelids, and stared at Su Xiaoxiao's pink bellyband.
After asking softly, she quietly waited without looking up at Zhao Rong's expression.
However, before Lingfei could finish speaking, not even three breaths passed.
