Zhu Qing and Mu Cheng were quite frightened when they saw the underlings' butts catching fire.
They were already surprised that Zhang Xian could set Ge DaBao's butt on fire without doing anything, but everyone else received the same treatment, even from a few meters away. What on earth was going on?
Was this really a magic trick of Zhang Xian's?
"Let's go!" Zhang Xian chuckled, put his hands in his pockets, and started walking forward with a smile on his face.
Zhu Qing looked at Zhang Xian's retreating figure, feeling extremely curious. This man looked good, but his methods were abundant and incredibly mysterious.
Suddenly, she realized something: their family didn't have a relative like Zhang Xian, so why was he staying at their house? Her grandfather's hospitality seemed a bit excessive.
"Zhang Xian, is this really a magic trick?" Mu Cheng began to have doubt.
