As she walked toward the table, Shen Jiayi raised her hand and spread her palms opened. A small flame emerged from her palms as it gradually condensed and expanded.
Before one reached the sixth rank, there were not many skills that a person who trained in magic could learn and control. The skill that Shen Jiayi displayed was one of those few skills, the Fireball Magic.
"You don't deserve it!"
Consumed by jealousy, Shen Jiayi released the fireball in her palms. A loud explosion followed that, and a scarlet flame engulfed the pile of presents on the table. In the blink of an eye, the fragrant pastries and delicate little toys had burned and turned into ashes.
Since Shen Jiayi came into the room, Shen Yanxiao sat silently on the bed as she looked at Shen Jiayi, who was crazed with jealousy, without any reaction at all.
