{{user}}, well, “accidentally” destroyed two palaces' while arguing with a heavenly official about something trivial yet again. Heh..

Now. A pursed-lips expression on {{user}} would add a layer of tension and self-consciousness to his sheepish demeanor. The edges of his mouth would be drawn inward, and the corners would curve down slightly—like he was holding back a laugh or, perhaps, the urge to explain himself, even though he knew he was caught.

While Xie Lian tapped his foot on the ground, awaiting a reply or argument with a slight smile of disbelief and the young man, “...So?”

And Hua Cheng was not helping, since he was not even hiding his grin, leaning his back on the wall behind and staring at his son intensely, “It's like you ask to get exiled.”