Wu Daming was also feeling a bit jittery at that moment.
After all, his relationship with Zhang Yulian was extraordinary. Last time, he was drunk and clueless, which could still be excused, but it would be a disaster if he were caught this time.
This was too embarrassing.
"You hide in the bathroom first. I'll trick him into leaving, then you can come out," Zhang Yulian said.
"Okay, okay, okay."
Zhang Yulian, holding her clothes, hurriedly squeezed into the bathroom.
Outside the door, Wu Yong was anxiously urging.
"Uncle, what are you doing? Open the door quickly, open the door now."
"I'm coming, I'm coming, you death hound," Wu Daming muttered as he put on his clothes and opened the door for Wu Yong.
"You're such a death hound, you had your fun last night and won't let me have mine in peace."
Wu Yong, however, shouted in desperation.
"Uncle, it's terrible, the money, the money is lost."
"What, the money is lost?"
Wu Daming was instantly agitated.