Xiahou Xiyue covered her face with her hands and sighed: "You have committed sin, don't you even care about your own image?"
"I still have an image? Wasn't it destroyed by you earlier?"
"What does it have to do with me?"
"It's none of your business, but whose business is it?"
"..."
The sound gradually faded away, and the servant covered his mouth behind his back and smiled secretly, looking forward to the birth of his little master.
