"Achoo!" Yu Ziyan sneezed loudly. He crossed his arms over his chest and shivered from the cold.
"Why am I suddenly cold? Do I have a terminal illness? Should I ask Young Madam to take a look at me?"
Gu Shaoyang rolled his eyes at him. "From experience, this usually means that you might be in trouble."
"In trouble?" Yu Ziyan's expression changed. "What trouble? I haven't done anything recently!"
"Have you forgotten the proposal we sent to Young Master early this morning?"
"You mean…" Yu Ziyan's expression stiffened slightly, and he said with some luck," Ahahaha, this matter shouldn't be so serious that a disaster is imminent, right? "
Gu Shaoyang did not comment. Who knew what Young Master was thinking?
At this moment, Yu Ziyan and the others had yet to realize that they were on the brink of death. They could go to hell in minutes.
