Like hell I do!
Lin Fengxiao's forehead bulged with veins, eyes wide and full of fury, looking as if he wished he could rush forward and tear Song Wuliang to pieces.
It wasn't just Lin Fengxiao. Even if it were Fang Yi, seeing Song Wuliang burn a paper house for him would make him want to beat the crap out of him. Song Wuliang was really insufferable.
Lin Fengxiao's fists clenched tightly, enraged beyond measure, and naturally, Lin Xiongxiao felt the same.
"Uncle Lin, don't rush. I'll burn one for you too," Song Wuliang said with no politeness and tossed another paper house into the charcoal brazier.
The brazier was already small, and the two small paper houses quickly filled up the space.
Suddenly, a flame burst out, scaring Song Wuliang until he jumped like his tail was on fire.
After jumping up, Song Wuliang ran his hand through his hair, saying, "That almost burned my handsome face."
"..."
Shameless!
