Wetting Her Pants

After a long time, Gu Yundong drew the curtain.

Unexpectedly, when they showed their faces, Ah Gou and Ah Zhu took a few steps back and shouted, "Ghost!"

Gu Yundong glared at them. "Who are you calling?"

Her glare made the two of them shiver in fear.

Shao Qingyuan was still very calm. He went forward and sized her up. "I can't see your original appearance at all."

"It's fine. Anyway, ghosts are the same. Madam Hu won't be able to recognize if I'm my cousin or not."

Her hair was down, and her face was pale. Blood flowed from the corners of her eyes and nostrils, and there were heavy dark circles around her eyes. Coupled with her bright red lips, anyone who saw her would be frightened to death. How could they recognize her?

If Madam Hu really had the guts, Gu Yundong would admire her.

Gu Yundong had already looked at himself in the mirror in the carriage and expressed his satisfaction.