Jiang Beiyu couldn't accept that his own room was aflame and still he stepped in fearlessly.
But the next second, his eyes caught sight of a lively little thing.
A chubby little flame.
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
It looked somewhat familiar.
Jiang Beiyu remembered seeing this little guy before, it was so fat it was comical, cuter and rounder than the flames beside it.
The most important point was, it was Su Nanzhi's Little Huomiao.
Before Jiang Beiyu could speak, Little Huomiao found its dad and jumped directly into his arms.
Jiang Beiyu: "?"
Jiang Beiyu: "!"
A tuft of fire burned in his embrace.
Even though Jiang Beiyu remained expressionless throughout, he was aware of his own psychological activity.
The little fatty was hopping and bouncing in his arms, as if it even tugged on his sleeve.
Having just returned from outside, Jiang Beiyu was dressed warmly, and almost thought it was his own illusion.
Oh, he was tugged by a little flame.
