Giving Zhong Tao a cold face, the Cang family ancestor walked away without looking back.

In response, Zhong Tao looked back at his friends with an innocent look, "Did I say something wrong? Why does the ancestor of the Cang family look so angry?"

The friend next to him also gave Zhong Tao a big roll of his eyes, and then said with a half-smile but not a smile: "It's already painful enough without looking at the ancestors of the Cang family? You are still so angry with others, who will give them a look if they don't give you a look?"

Zhong Tao still pretended to be innocent and defended: "I have promised everything to others, but you still feel sorry for the wool? Is it true?"

"Hehe!" The friends smiled evilly and carried the sandalwood desk to Feng Qiyue.

Feng Qiyue saw the burnt sandalwood desk and directly ordered, "Bring me the axe."

"Boss Feng, what are you doing with the ax?" Zhong Tao couldn't help but asked stupidly.

"Tear it down." Feng Qiyue said calmly.

"Uh... why did it need to be demolished? Do you want to light a fire?" Zhong Tao asked again.

"Tear it down and redo it! Otherwise, where would such a big desk be placed?" Feng Qiyue looked at Zhong Tao speechlessly.

Make a fire?

What do you think?

This fire sandalwood is very precious, okay?

Soon, the ax was brought, and after a while of ping-pong-pong, Feng Qiyue finished a table that was exactly the same as the small table that Long Haoyue had destroyed before.

"Yes, let's put it in the living room!" Feng Qiyue then ordered, and the remaining fire sandalwood was made into some small ornaments and placed in a conspicuous place in the living room.

Two days later, the Cang family ancestors calmed down for two days and then came back with some Cang family elders.

When he was invited into the living room and saw the small table and the new fire sandalwood ornaments in the living room, the ancestor of the Cang family couldn't help but have a bad premonition.

That desk of his is probably dead!

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhong Tao had already stepped forward very attentively to introduce him to the ancestor of the Cang family.

"Ancestor of the Cang family, your desk has been re-divided by my Feng boss and made into this small table and some ornaments. You see, my Feng boss is good at craftsmanship, right?" Zhong Tao said very heartbroken.

"Not bad!" The ancestor of the Cang family gritted his teeth and said, his heart bleeding.

His firewood desk!

Is that made from a single piece of fine ten thousand-year-old fire sandalwood?

This prodigal girl was torn apart like this!

But now that things have come to this, what else can he say?

That desk no longer belongs to him!

"Where's the little girl? This time, I brought her some herbs." After calming down his depressed mood, the ancestor of the Cang family got to the point.

"Of course she is in seclusion, but Boss Feng has told her before that if the ancestor of the Cang family comes, she must be informed, so please wait a moment, Boss Feng will be here soon," Zhong Tao said with a smile.

Knowing that Feng Qiyue was willing to see him this time, the ancestor of the Cang family felt better after being so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

Soon, Feng Qiyue, Mo Qianyi, Bai Yao, Huo Yan and Xuan Yu appeared in the living room together.

"Little girl, this time uncle brought you some herbs." The ancestor of the Cang family still said straightforwardly.

"Thank you so much, ancestor of the Cang family." Feng Qiyue said with a particularly amiable smile, and then added, "However, I can't ask for your things in vain. I will ask Zhong Tao to recalculate it and give it to you in money."
Chapter completed!