When an unknown woman embraced Zhao Rong from behind, he immediately pushed Lili and Yu Lan aside. "Cold hands, sharp nails… A female ghost?" he muttered.
Without another thought, Zhao Rong prepared to throw the strange woman over his shoulder. Recently, rumors had circulated that a terrifying female ghost was wandering the city. Judging by the woman's ice-cold hands and sharp nails, he deduced that this was very likely her.
However, just as Zhao Rong was about to execute the throw, Xuelian, who was standing opposite him, suddenly cried out, "Zhao Rong, the beauty behind you isn't a ghost! It's Sister Tao Hua!"
Hearing this, Zhao Rong froze. He immediately let go of Tao Hua's hands and turned around. Indeed, the woman who had hugged him from behind was Tao Hua, though she appeared to be quite drunk.
Seeing Tao Hua still clinging to him affectionately, he said awkwardly, "Tao Hua, are you alright? If you're drunk, come inside. I'll make you some milk to sober you up."
