In the bright room, Zheng Zheng clasped his knuckles on the table and watched leisurely as Ling Jun took out the incense burner, cut off a small piece of incense, put it in, and ignited it, his eyes dim.

"You seem to be very experienced?" Zhengze asked suddenly.

Lingjun's heart skipped a beat and he quickly smiled: "Haha, isn't this how all incense is used? Brother Zhengze, have you never used it in your house?"

Zheng Zhen said no more.

Lingjun wiped his sweat ...