Xiaoling coughed loudly, "Weisheng," She said panickingly, "Do something and fix it. If Godmother saw it…" She exhaled, resting her hand on her chest.
"How did this even happen?" Weisheng looked up, dazed by his actions.
The hole in the roof wasn't visible unless he sat right beneath it. It proved that he was the one who destroyed the roof. But he didn't feel anything, so how did it happen?
"Master," Weisheng called her as he gulped, "Are you sure you didn't do it to boost my morale?"
Xiaoling scoffed, "Why do I need to resort to these tricks to boost your morale when I can just insult or threaten to throw you in the Underworld?"
Weisheng nodded, convinced by her explanation. He looked up at the hole, then at his hand. Was he really the one to do it?
