Super Glue 502 had a certain degree of corrosiveness. Sometimes, if it got on your hands, it could make the outer layer of skin peel off. If it stuck your lips together and you carelessly tore them apart, it could rot your lips.
The solution was actually simple. Super Glue 502 was an organic solvent, so it could be slowly wiped away with alcohol. A hospital could handle it too.
Liu Chang'an was only giving him a small warning for now. Once Gou Shanhai found a way to clear the rumors about Zhou Shuling, Liu Chang'an would decide how to kill him depending on the circumstances.
Liu Chang'an was not an exceptionally brutal person. He simply understood very clearly that rumors could never be completely erased. Even if you explained everything clearly, some kind of mark would still remain in people's minds. They might say they believed you and curse those spreading the rumors for their malicious intentions, but most of the time, that was all it was—talk. Too many people subscribed to the idea that it was better to believe a rumor than dismiss it entirely.
Fortunately, Zhou Shuling had already moved away from her hometown. If she were still living in some relatively closed-off small town, surrounded by a fixed and conservative social circle, then she really would have had no choice but to live furtively.
The residential complex was full of idle old men and women, but they all knew one another. Everyone knew how difficult it had been when Zhou Shuling first moved here. Even if Zhou Shuling really had been someone's mistress, they would only think that she had suffered too much and that it was understandable.
Gou Shanhai was clever enough. He had probably tried talking to people in this complex about Zhou Shuling,