"Siyu, do you have tissues or a handkerchief?" Yun Hao turned to look at Cheng Siyu beside him, who had long been stunned like a wooden chicken, and asked with a smile.
"Yes, yes, yes, I have tissues!" Cheng Siyu snapped back to reality after hearing Yun Hao's question, hurriedly took out a pack of tissues from her bag, and thoughtfully handed Yun Hao one!
"Thanks, smells nice, almost as good as your fragrance!" Yun Hao took the tissue with his blood-stained hand, gently sniffed it, half intoxicated, and half roguishly praised.
He wiped his blood-stained hand with the tissue, then crumpled it into a ball, tossing it onto Zhou Kun's corpse!
Immediately after, Yun Hao took out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth, lighting it and taking a puff, completing the action in one smooth and seamless motion!
However, everyone else was dumbfounded watching!
This, this was murder, yet he acted completely unfazed?
