Chen Mu frowned.
He thought back carefully.
He Congming's running posture just now.
Looked just like an average person, so there shouldn't be any issue with his foot.
As Chen Mu was pondering this,
a stinky foot almost ended up in his mouth.
"Damn!"
Chen Mu frowned and leaped back quickly.
After narrowly avoiding He Congming's biochemical weapon,
Chen Mu swiftly pulled a disposable medical mask out of his pocket and put it on.
Standing not far away, Su Bingbing saw this scene and silently took out her own ready mask.
She also put it on.
Hiss!
When Da Congming took off his shoes,
why did it smell like old pickled sauerkraut?
After putting on the mask, Chen Mu felt like he could breathe again.
But looking at He Congming, Chen Mu felt like he was looking at a ticking time bomb, "If you're sick, just tell me directly, don't do anything drastic!"
Being scolded by Chen Mu a couple of times,
He Congming felt wronged like never before.
