Chapter 975 Lost Consciousness

"If everything's fine, it's not fine!" Matthew headed upstairs by the elevator. When he entered the living room, a faint fragrance wafted their nose. It was scarce to notice, but he managed to pick up on it. The wispy smell was that of a woman's perfume which one could hardly detect. His brows knitted slightly as he stood right there to scan the area. Then, he walked toward the table, stared at the teacup, and touched the teapot. It got cold.