Su Mingren, carrying a wooden staff, puffed and panted as he chased after him.,"You're tearing up the roof of my house every day! Fine, the dog I can understand, but this stove! Where do you think I'm going to hide it You keep turning things over like you have a problem with them!",Su Mingren only knew that his father had told him before he died to take good care of it and never let anyone know, otherwise, it would bring disaster.。