Gu Dahuan and a young man had carried in Xu Yong.
But only those familiar with Xu Yong from Qinghe Bay could recognize him by his outline.
Tong Huaqiong guessed correctly; Xu Yong had completely transformed.
He was wearing a woman's dress, his hair styled like a married woman's, and he had a tassel hairpin stuck in.
The shadow of the tassel danced on his blush-covered face, looking quite comical.
He went to great lengths to evade responsibility for selling fake pesticides.
Indeed, when one loses shame, they're invincible.
Both the villagers of Qinghe Bay and those from other villages were shocked by Xu Yong's appearance.
"Oh my, Uncle Yong, you look quite pretty dressed up like that," remarked a woman, clicking her tongue in amazement. "Even prettier than your wife."
Xu Yong buried his face in a handkerchief.
Everyone twitched their lips.
"What's this bundle of straw doing in his arms?" someone asked in confusion.
