The Countess' women were having a lively discussion, but a certain vice monitor looked ashen-faced. His neck stiffened as he turned to look at Gu Tong, whose smile was still radiant, and instantly shrank his neck...
Amitabha... Earl, take care of yourself...
Within a few minutes, they were already at the door of the dormitory. No one knocked, and the air was exceptionally silent.
Gu Tong's eyes were like torches, glaring at the silver iron door and kicking it hard, saying, "You have the ability to make people do your laundry, but not to open the door? I know you're home!"
"..." The certain vice monitor was dumbfounded.
Once again, gaining a new understanding of the madam's violent methods.
The footsteps inside the room got closer and closer, the iron door opened a crack, and Li Yan's intriguing dark eyes scrutinized Gu Tong. His thin lips moved slightly, "Did you take gunpowder?"
