Sister With a flash of light, Zhong Michu appeared out of thin air. Upon seeing her, Gu Fuyou’s mouth twitched involuntarily. Zhong Michu stood barefoot, her jade-white toes pressing into the snowy ground. The sash of her robe was undone, and she held a snowy white ribbon, busily tying up her hair. The timing of the summon wasn’t good; she…