Time flew by. As Jing Mingxuan finished his act of filial piety and helped his parents put on their new shoes and socks, two wooden buckets floated over to Xu Yinglang's front, guided by magic.
"Uncle! I shouldn't have to spell this out for you, should I?"
Gazing at the triumphant Jing Mingxuan, Xu Yinglang clenched his teeth and shouted with rage, "Jing Mingxuan! You'll get what's coming to you!"
Chapter 62