Thirty-seven, the red bellyband in the Sect Leader's house
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Sangmo had no idea that failing to crack the case would result in punishment, but she understood Shen Yanqing very well...
He was definitely messing with her!
Helplessly, the two of them had no choice but to start their investigation from the Sect Leader's bedroom.
As Sangmo searched through the bed the Sect Leader had slept in, she pulled out a sock that hadn't been washed for three days and wrinkled her nose in disgust, "The two of us, pure and untainted, are rummaging through some old fart's room—how is this right?"
From the wardrobe, Bai Mucheng also unearthed a pile of filthy underwear, and with a burst of annoyance, she kicked them away, "Why not... find some menial laborer?"
But where would they find one?
Just then, the voice of Chishui Huang sounded from outside the door, "Senior Sister, are you there?"
They exchanged a glance, each seeing a glint of opportunity in the other's eyes.