"Miss Tang? Miss Tang, what's wrong?!"
"Miss Tang? Miss Tang? Should we call an ambulance?!"
Daoist Wang and Daoist Quan were momentarily unsure of what was happening, assuming Miss Tang was ill.
Large beads of sweat appeared on Miss Tang's forehead. She rolled on the sofa and soon fell off, curled up on the floor, unable to speak clearly.
Meanwhile, Mr. Zhuge and Mrs. Fang, watching the live stream, laughed together.
Mrs. Fang exclaimed with delight, "Did this work?! Is this fox spirit about to reveal its true form?!"
"It's hard to say. But her headache indicates that there's indeed an issue," Mr. Zhuge said with a kindly smile, raising his hand as if to stroke his beard.
However, upon raising his hand, he remembered he had shaved his beard for the camera.
