There was insufficient light, so it was difficult to see what shoes were inside.

"Take off your coats and shoes first. I need to disinfect them. Well, you two should understand that we just instinctively prevent any contaminants from entering the home."

"Oh, okay." The Bison girl subconsciously sat on the small stool specially placed next to the shoe cabinet and was about to prepare her slippers when Mark suddenly stopped her.

Mark glanced at the oversized shoe cabinet that could hold at least fifty pairs of shoes, and said for no reason: "I can take off my coat. Forget about the shoes."

"Why?" Anthony was stunned.

Mark's smile was weird, and he pointed at Cunniu: "Although it's rude to say it to a lady, I still have to tell Mr. Anthony that... her feet are stinky."

The Bison girl's brain shut down for a second, and then her face showed uncontrollable shame and anger.

This was the worst time in her life that she had been hacked.

"I...my feet stink."

Mark insisted: "I'm sorry, it does stink. I'm so sick that I almost vomited. But you can't smell it yourself."

This time, the expressions on Anthony's and Byson's faces were equally wonderful.
Chapter completed!