He was standing there, admiring his new abode, when suddenly a tiny voice came from one of the corners, “This dwelling of yours will collapse in two months!” “So what did you do?” Shi Qingxuan asked. “Nothing,” Xie Lian replied. “I said, ‘Two months? If it’s still standing in seven days, then it’ll be a real miracle.’” “…” Hua Cheng’s lips curved slightly, but that smile quickly faded.
