Well Said

"Calm down; it's just something on your shoulder."

The woman in black raised her delicate eyebrows and pursed her lips, reacting to Gu Zhanguo's tone of voice.

Gu Zhanguo had a quick look at his shoulder, and there was indeed a small piece of fluff sticking on to his garment. He coughed and brushed it off quickly, then issued a stern reminder to Lady Poison: "Fu Yiren, you are an avatar of poison, so, please do not touch anyone while you're here. You have already accidentally harmed more than a hundred of our NSA members, and I don't wish to become one of them."

"I will take note of it, Mr. Gu!" Fu Yiren replied, but her mischievous eyes betrayed her lack of earnest concern for their safety. She just smiled wryly and stuck her tongue out playfully. 

"So, have you completed your mission?" Dongfang Shouyu chimed in.