Mu Yunchu opened the door and found that standing outside was the middle-aged owner of the wedding supplies shop across the street, Zhu Ping.
It had only been a few days since they last met, yet his entire demeanor had undergone a drastic change.
His hair was clumped in patches all over his head, and he hadn't even had time to fix the collar inside his jacket, indicating how rushed he must have been when he left.
The moment the door opened, his hand, which he hadn't had time to withdraw, remained frozen in mid-air. His slightly cloudy eyes lit up with excitement as he realized it was Mu Yunchu in front of him.
"Miss Mu, you're here."
"Something's happened at home, please help me look at my daughter."
"It seems like she's possessed!"
Zhu Ping had only this treasured daughter, raised with such care, and if something were to happen to her, it would break his heart.
These simple three sentences were enough to give Mu Yunchu a general idea of what was going on.
