But when Gu Changsheng thought of the mischief his little servant had caused, he felt particularly uneasy, quite guilty towards Yue Xilou as a master...
So, unsurprisingly, the little dumpling was like a jingling glazed pot, hung up by Yue Xilou to bask in the moon and sun. Not only that, whenever Yue Xilou was displeased, he would take out his folding fan and poke that hanging jingling glazed pot...
Poor little dumpling, these past two days, he has truly been through hell!
Gu Changsheng felt that, as the mother, she pretty much understood her own son. Considering her own son's eccentric nature, he would absolutely never think of repaying the master who hung him on the beam by considering his lifelong happiness...
Her own son would definitely not do such a thing!
