Li Mumu had sealed the door for a full Chinese hour.
Listening to He Lan's incessant screams inside, the Fat Shopkeeper and First Ms. Liu paced back and forth like ants on a hot pan, extremely anxious.
Just by hearing those sounds, anyone unaware would think she was being flayed and deboned.
Although the reality might not have been much different.
Wang Yunxiao sat motionless at the door, keeping the couple outside.
He hadn't expected that Li Mumu truly had a way... but as it involved her personal privacy, she probably didn't want others to see. There wasn't much else he could do at this time, except help her keep her secret.
Finally, when He Lan's voice faded away, Li Mumu opened the door and stepped out, her hands bloody as if she had just killed someone, with sweat beading on her forehead—it was apparent she had exerted significant effort.
"It's this."
Li Mumu said wearily as she handed over the blood-soaked gauze to Wang Yunxiao.
"What is this... hair?"
