As Fu Youhan reached out to open the cabinet, Jiang Moxi felt her heart almost jump out of her throat.
After some thought, Jiang Moxi quickly ripped off her wig and stuffed it into her bag.
Hearing the noise from inside the closet, Fu Youhan and the others quickly drew their guns, aiming at the wardrobe.
Then, Fu Youhan forcefully pulled open the wardrobe door.
Soon, Jiang Moxi, drenched in sweat and clutching her backpack in panic, was exposed to everyone's view.
But Fu Youhan's subordinates still didn't let their guard down, keeping their guns aimed at Jiang Moxi's forehead.
They hadn't seen the real face of Dead Ghost, and who knew if this seemingly distraught girl might make the Blood Plum Blossoms bloom on their foreheads the next second?
However, just as they were on high alert, the girl suddenly spoke out, "Uncle?"
Upon clearly seeing Jiang Moxi's delicate and helpless face, Fu Youhan also felt his heart rate skyrocket in an instant, his hands somewhat trembling.
