C80 The Conflict Between Mother and Son Escalated

Zhung Niansheng took a deep breath and moved the flame of the lighter under his jeans. He looked like he was going to die a heroic death.

The flame jumped from the lighter to his jeans. When the fire started burning, Zhung Niansheng's hand trembled.

It was burned.

His favorite little fox had been burned. His eyes were inexplicably sore, but he stubbornly bit his lower lip