It was Old Master Gu.
It was as if a tub of cold water had drenched Tang Mo'er thoroughly from head to toe. In seconds, she swiftly regained her sanity.
Seeing Old Master Gu had telephoned her, he was surely up to something.
"Miss Tang, where are you going now? Mohan is at the psychiatry therapy room. He forced himself to regain his memory, and the Love Poison has been triggered. He is now bleeding non-stop and only remembers one scene, and that is of him preparing stir-fried… stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots for you…"
Old Master Gu let out a light laugh when he was mentioning about the dish, as if it was a juvenile and trivial matter.
Tang Mo'er's limbs went icy-cold and she froze. Old Master Gu was aware of everything. He had sent someone to spy on them.
That feeling of being spied on was akin to having a pair of eyes staring at one in the dark all the time, and it made her hair stand on end as goosebumps crawled down her arms.
