When Fatty saw Gu Mian's head peek out from behind the female ghost, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
"Shocking! Why is the Angel in the white coat hiding under the patient's skirt?"
"Why does the defenseless woman remain motionless while a creep peeps under her skirt in the dead of night?"
"Why did the leader of a mysterious organization suddenly start convulsing?"
"Is this a perversion of humanity or a collapse of morality? Tune in to tonight's Global Breakdown..."
"Enough with your rambling." Gu Mian's voice came from the side.
Fatty promptly shut his mouth.
By now, Gu Mian had stood up from beside the female ghost's feet, patting his white coat. "I may not be able to answer your first few questions, but as for the convulsions..."
At this point, Gu Mian glanced at the trembling Bai Yuhu. "I believe that's probably caused by anger."
