Qin Xin's face turned red.
What is it like when a man cooks better than her?
It's exactly this kind of awkward but polite smile: "Oh, olive oil, right? But there should be many brands of olive oil, how can we know who bought the olive oil and put it on the car?"
The other two little ones were also drawn in, feeling like they were listening to a detective story.
Ao Xinghao took out a promotional brochure: "This is the olive oil brand represented by Yao Dazhuang's mother, imported, featuring a kind of African bean mixed in, the color is different from other olive oils, it will be a bit light brown. And the oil stains in the car are exactly this color. I took it to the food lab for testing, the ingredients and fat ratio inside are identical to that brand."
Hu Yi was furious: "Damn, this Yao Dazhuang is so disgusting, he wanted to kill Sister Xin so early on. I really want to drag him out of the coffin and whip his corpse!"
