Shen Qingxue screamed in terror, "Shen Mu! What are you going to do again?"
Shen Qingxue was probably scared out of her wits by Shen Mu just now. At this moment, she was sitting on the bed holding her neck and rubbing it.
Shen Mu threw the tattered recipe book at Shen Qingxue, and the slightly fishy water splashed onto her small face, making her feel nauseous. "Shen Mu! Are you crazy?" she exclaimed.
Shen Mu smiled, "I'm not crazy, I'm just in a bad mood today, and you happened to provoke me."
She walked to Shen Qingxue's bed, bent down to look at her, and asked, "My dear sister, tell me, what is your most precious thing?"
Shen Qingxue didn't react and asked stutteringly, "What? What do you mean?"
Shen Mu waved her hand, "Forget it, let me choose for you. How about your jewelry and handbags?"
Before Shen Qingxue could understand what was going on, Shen Mu had already walked into her closet.
