The old professor's hand, like a pair of red-hot iron tongs, firmly grasped Jiang Zhou's arm.
His eyes, however, were like two searchlights, fixed directly on Gu Lan.
"Her sister-in-law?"
"Are you talking about Comrade Lin Wan Yi?!"
Gu Lan's mind buzzed, blank.
It's over.
Everything is over!
Sister-in-law repeatedly warned to stay low-key! To keep it secret!
This Jiang Zhou, this blockhead, this Rubbish King!
One sentence, and he spilled everything about his sister-in-law!
"That's right! It's her!" Jiang Zhou was still oblivious, pointing at Gu Lan, his tone filled with unstoppable excitement and admiration. "It's that living Bodhisattva! Immortal!"
The old professor's breathing became heavy.
He released Jiang Zhou, like a tiger that spotted its prey, and rushed to Gu Lan.
"Student! Where's your sister-in-law? Where is she now?!"
"Quick! Take me to see her! No! I must see her immediately!"
