The crimson fireball, like an impatient beast, cut across the sky with a dazzling crimson trail, instantly engulfing the astonished Chen Yixin.
The fiercely expanding fireball emitted intense high temperatures. Red flames streamed up and down on the fireball, continuously emitting rolling heat waves that distorted the space around it.
The floating papers in the air were ignited by the flowing flames, instantly consumed by the explosive flames, blooming like flowers of fire, dancing in the air before burning out completely, turning into tiny crimson ashes.
The small office was filled with firelight, strikingly red and alarmingly hot.
The flames reflected on Shao Zifeng's face, who was completely dumbfounded at this moment, thinking, "What the hell am I supposed to do now?"
Run away with Qiuqiu!
This was the first thought that came to his mind.
