"I'm glad you're alright," Zhang Yan said, walking to the hole and looking at Mu Anxiao, who was still standing there, not having recovered. He asked, "Xiao, are you okay?"
Mu Anxiao ignored Zhang Yan, turned to look at Feng Qishi hiding in the corner, and said nothing.
Feng Qishi lowered his head with an awkward smile.
The wolf demon looked down at Mu Anxiao's face and said, "You are truly amazing. Fine, I won't say anything." He then looked at Feng Qishi, who was radiating blue light around his body, and sighed, "It seems I'll have to find someone new. Farewell for now." With that, he disappeared.
Mu Anxiao said nothing to this. He calmly watched the wolf demon leave through the ceiling, then strode up to Feng Qishi and slowly raised his hand.
"Even if I said it, they would only think I'm crazy. How about this," Feng Qishi reached out and grasped Mu Anxiao's wrist, saying with a sincere expression, "I'll help you."
"I don't need it," Mu Anxiao pulled his hand away.
"I won't say anything," Feng Qishi gently released Mu Anxiao's hand and smiled. "Don't worry."
At this moment, Mu Anxiao's heart had completely collapsed.
Seeing that Mu Anxiao wasn't moving, Feng Qishi moved along the wall to the broken opening, smiled at Mu Anxiao, turned around rapidly, stepped onto the damaged mattress, and extended a hand, saying, "Sir, lend me a hand."
Worried that Mu Anxiao might do something out of line in front of these two mortals, Zhang Yan quickly reached out and grabbed Feng Qishi's arm, pulling him through the hole into the room.
"What happened?" Liu Xian ran forward, full of curiosity, and grabbed Feng Qishi as he jumped down from the mattress.
Feng Qishi turned his face slightly and said, "It's nothing, it's just that... I said your room wasn't sturdy, and then Mu Anxiao got unhappy, insisting it was sturdy. So, I picked up a big hammer and smashed the wall a few times. Who knew," he spread his hands, "I smashed a hole right through."
"Didn't you consider if anyone was in here?" Liu Xian's attitude completely changed as he grabbed Feng Qishi by his collar.
"You don't seem to be hurt either?" Feng Qishi looked down at Liu Xian.
"What if?" Liu Xian looked up and glared angrily at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi chuckled foolishly. "There's no 'what if.' It just proves you're blessed with great fortune."
"You're quite a talker, young man. But," Liu Xian tightened his grip, "talking doesn't help. I'm going to calculate your mental distress compensation now."
"I'm just a student, and I'm an adolescent."
"When I was your age, I was already past my adolescence," Liu Xian held Feng Qishi's collar tightly without loosening.
Feng Qishi gently grasped Liu Xian's hand and said, "Brother, I'm a student, and I have a lot of pressure. Naturally, my adolescence lasts longer. Moreover, I can't control my temper lately, just like just now. In a fit of anger, I picked up a big hammer and smashed a hole in the wall. If you push me further, I can't guarantee what I might do to you next."
Hearing Feng Qishi's words, Liu Xian relented, loosened his grip, and swallowed. "You don't have to pay me for mental distress, but you have to fix this wall, and this bed."
"I'll tell my dad about these when I get back. I'll definitely fix them, definitely fix them," Feng Qishi said with a smile.
"That's more like it," Liu Xian said, reaching out to straighten Feng Qishi's clothes.