Gu Yanshen, who had been staring at her, noticed the change in her expression.
He didn't ask anything.
The tall man stood up, stepped beside her, and took the can of milk powder from her hand.
He lowered his head and sniffed it.
The next second.
"Bang!"
The iron milk powder can was crushed with a dent by his clearly defined big hands.
The sound of the metal deforming was piercing and startling.
Wang Guihua shivered in fright, her whole body trembled.
Gu Yanshen raised his head.
In those eyes, there was no anger or questioning, only dead silence.
Like the most terrifying calm before a storm.
"Who."
He uttered only one word.
The voice was very soft, yet more chilling than any shout.
The color drained from Wang Guihua's face, her lips trembling, almost unable to stand.
"I... I don't know..."
"This can of milk powder was freshly opened yesterday afternoon..."
"I... I went out to buy groceries, just for a moment..."
