Uncle Xiang's eyes bulged like bloodshot marbles, as if they would fall at any moment. He panted heavily and glared at song qingxiao with an extremely angry look.
Xiang si, who had been disgusted by his attitude earlier, could not help but chuckle when he heard this.
"What a good show!" Two sweet dimples appeared on both sides of her cheeks. She clapped her hands together and did not hide her gloating expression.
For someone as impervious to oil and salt like uncle Xiang, tearing apart his beautiful dream at this moment might be even more unbearable than killing him.
"Impossible!" He was still shouting, his expression extremely agitated. Song qingxiao's words had touched his reverse scale, and Xiang Four's ridicule was like adding oil to the fire. Once his temper flared up, he actually became extremely courageous and pounced towards song qingxiao,
"Shut up, shut up!"
