"I... Right! My husband!" the woman exclaimed as if grabbing onto a life-saving straw, hurriedly saying, "My husband, he should know! He's the pillar of our family; he should know everything."
"Where is your husband?" Yun Jiuqing asked in surprise.
"I...I don't know either..." The woman's face was filled with confusion.
"On your head." It was Fan Wu, who casually interjected at this moment.
The woman was startled, "On my head?"
She looked up at her head and saw only the broken rafters and a large hole in the roof; she saw nothing else.
"I wasn't referring to you."
"I was talking about her."
The "her" in Fan Wu's statement referred to Yun Jiuqing!
"Ah? Me?" Yun Jiuqing looked up in astonishment and, in the next instant, her pupils contracted to the size of pinholes, her face stricken with shock and horror, incapable of maintaining her composure. She nearly shrieked her next words, "What is that?"
