Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow and did not deny it.
Chu Ping still had lingering fear: "Fortunately, when the forensic doctor was conducting the autopsy, he wore gloves. Otherwise, wouldn't these bugs have crawled into their bodies?"
"Marquis, Lixiang's origins are strange. That Second Aunt, to protect her, didn't hesitate to offend the little princess. It seems there are secrets behind this. Should we investigate thoroughly?"
Feng Fuce's voice was cold: "Investigate?"
As he spoke, he turned the bottle over in his palm.
Chu Ping was shocked: "Marquis, don't! These insects will burrow into the skin, perigo..."
Before he finished speaking.
He saw that as soon as the insect fell into Feng Fuce's palm, it was crushed to death by his bare hand.
The young man's action was as simple as squashing an ant.
From beginning to end, his expression remained indifferent and detached.
Chu Ping was astonished: "This..."
