A bald man in his thirties held a gasoline can as he smirked, standing in an alley not far from the scene of the fire. His eyes were full of excitement, as though he were enjoying a masterpiece.
There was a black mole on the man's face, which was very clear. Under the light of the fire, it was exceptionally wicked.
The picture changed again, and everything disappeared. Yang Ming returned to reality...
"Yang Ming..." The voice of Chen Mengyan called him.
"Ah!" Yang Ming was surprised. As he regained his senses, he turned around and saw Chen Mengyan who looked at him with a worried expression.
"Yang Ming, what's wrong with you? Just now, you seem to turn stupid as a person. When I called you, you didn't respond!" Chen Mengyan saw Yang Ming look back. She was relieved, but she still asked in concern.
