Yang Fei's vision went dark, and in his nose, he caught a whiff of a young girl's faint fragrance.
Just as he reached out to grab it, he heard Chen Ke screaming.
"Don't move, close your eyes, and get the bug out."
Yang Fei chuckled bitterly.
"Director Chen, I can't see anything, how can I catch the bug?"
"I don't care, I don't care, hurry up and get out, or I'm calling the police."
Chen Ke was barefoot, hopping and skipping on the floor.
She grabbed a big bath towel and wrapped herself up tightly.
There was a piece of fabric perched ticklingly on Yang Fei's head.
He couldn't tell what kind of clothing it was, with the strong scent filling his nose.
Yang Fei, fearing that Chen Ke might lose her mind, didn't dare to be too aggressive.
He slowly squatted down, squinted his eyes, and found the little bug on the tile, pinching it between his fingers.
Chen Ke was curled up in a ball, hiding in the corner, calling out repeatedly.
