Tang Huai lifted her lips with confidence, "Of course it's useful! How could the chaos of drunkenness not be?"
Having said that, Tang Huai took out a thumb-sized little sphere from her pant pocket and handed it to Tang Ying.
Tang Ying took it and asked doubtfully, "What is this?"
"The outside is pig intestine, and inside are chicken gall juice and blood. After you're with Jing Peng tomorrow night, break it and smear it on the bed sheet."
Upon hearing this, Tang Ying understood everything.
She held the little sphere in her hand, looked up, and gazed at Tang Huai with complexity, "You came prepared, Tang Huai. Are you scheming something?"
Tang Huai smiled brightly, "Even if I don't scheme, you wouldn't believe me."
Tang Huai thought for a moment, then looked very seriously at Tang Ying, "I despise the Third Miss of the Zhang Family."
Upon hearing this, Tang Ying felt an inexplicable tightness in her chest, "The Third Miss of the Zhang Family?"
