"Planting trees?" Xialong listened uninhibitedly and felt a little numb on his scalp. He couldn't help stepping back, and his eyes shocked. "What kind of trees do you plant?" What kind of tree do you plant?

"It's fun to plant trees with someone." Han Zi smiled faintly.

Xialong watched the innocent laughter of all ages and birds on his face, but felt a cold bug crawling over his spine - how could this kid's laugh look so evil?

Looking at his laughter, Xia Lung suddenly felt that he had no courage to face him, and slowly retreated unconsciously at his feet.

He took a step back, but the cold son...