"You must have known all along, right?" Zhou Mu looked at him with such grievance.
Caught off guard and feeling guilty, Gu Changsheng started looking in every direction but soon realized something was amiss. He surveyed Zhou Mu, who had transformed into a resentful woman from the depths of the inner chamber, "Evildoer, it is said that Bi Gan had seven apertures in his heart, but you, you must have eight, right? I don't believe you could be unaware!"
Emperor Zhoulin's intentions were clear as day, and it would have been strange if Zhou Mu didn't understand.
"Knowing is one thing, but you telling me is another; the difference is huge," Zhou Mu continued to feign grievance with confidence.
Gu Changsheng was at a loss for words; this version of Zhou Mu was too much for anyone to handle!
Yuan Bao timely came in carrying soup medicine, and Zhou Mu immediately put away his look of grievance and appeared somewhat normal.