Nervous

In a twist of events, the woman who had earlier insisted that he finish his water and continue with his work was now asking him to leave. The inconsistency was puzzling.

Ah Zhuang was in the midst of his confusion when a sudden wave of pain surged from his lower abdomen. He immediately clenched his buttocks, his face turning deathly pale. Without a second thought, he spun around and started to run.

Initially, he headed towards the main hall, but quickly realized his mistake and rerouted towards the outhouse. He had to hurry, or he would soil his pants.

Once he had disappeared from sight, Gu Zi finally allowed the cold smirk that had been playing at the corners of her mouth to fade. This was the kind of treatment such a man deserved. She was now fairly certain that the substance he had ingested was a laxative.