Jiang Chunyang indeed turned his head to look over, his gaze flickering like ghost fire: "Are you injured?"
If not for the golden mask, Gu Jianlin's pale complexion would have already betrayed him. His vision was dimming, and the old man's sinister and eerie face was so close, as if about to devour him.
He took a deep breath to calm himself and smiled silently: "Following you all the way here has indeed been exhausting. During the escape earlier, I was caught in the aftermath of an explosion and got a bit hurt."
Sitting obediently beside him, Moon Princess was actually rapidly thinking up countermeasures. That annoying woman had mentioned to her numerous times that the old Family Head of the Jiang Family was extremely suspicious, and she couldn't let him see any flaw.
Fortunately, her nature was indifferent, with no emotional fluctuations, though a bead of cold sweat trickled down her snow-white neck.
