He hadn't finished speaking in disbelief when a hand reached out and covered his mouth.
"Shut up!"
His sister glared at him with a forbidding look that could devour a person whole.
The people of the Wuzhu Teahouse could do anything out of the ordinary, so wasn't it unsurprising they were unhurt? Wasn't that completely natural for them?
After all, weren't they people of the Wuzhu Teahouse?
"Say one more word, and see if I don't throw you out to be pelted by hail!"
"Mmph, mmph."
The brother shook his head, signaling with his eyes that he would keep quiet.
"I'm okay?"
"You're okay?"
The voices of Lin Caisang and Sui Zimo rang out at the same time.
He had been so busy making sure that Sang'er secured the metal sheeting that he had neglected the fact that he was actually standing outside of it.
Unexpectedly though, even standing on the outside, even with hail striking his head, there was no harm done, not even a scratch.