A Familiar Smell

After Feng Qing left, the sinister aura on Netherworld's body dissipated a lot. Even the driver of the Presidential Manor felt that the atmosphere had improved a lot. He looked at Netherworld in the rearview mirror. His mood seemed to have improved a lot because Feng Qing wanted to give him something.

After about ten minutes, Feng Qing jogged out of the hotel door again. She handed a green bag through the car window. Just looking at the bag made Netherworld feel that the thing inside was definitely much heavier than the bottle of perfume.

Netherworld took the bag and took out a large crystal bottle. With just a look, his expression froze.