She went downstairs and pulled hard on the door.
The door was locked!
I never expected that Fu Quan would lock himself in the house to prevent me from going to Fu Siming.
She kicked the door, but it was really sturdy. She discovered that even the elevator leading to the parking lot below was equipped with a program lock.
Suddenly, a pungent fumes wafted out from under the door, followed by thick black smoke billowing into the room.
Song Xingyao saw that all the windows around her were tightly closed.
He ran back to his room and looked out the window. All the trees in the Fu family's yard were on fire.
Thick smoke billowed upwards from outside.
She pounded on the window, and a maid from the neighboring villa ran out shouting, "Fire! Call the police!"
Thick smoke billowed out, and no one saw her calling for help from her room on the second floor.
The fire seemed to have been acceleranted, dancing wildly.
Song Xingyao felt that the temperature in the room had risen considerably, so she wet the sheets and clothes and stuffed them under the door.
In the hospital ward, Ang glanced at the computer screen and realized that something terrible had happened.
I glanced at the time; it should have been over by now, but I still couldn't get through on the phone. Ignoring the pain in my shoulder, I continued...
He pulled out the needle and ran outside.
When Lin Qingyi returned, the house was empty.
Fu Bowen's assistant stopped the car. "Mr. Fu, there's a fire up ahead. Should we take a detour?"
He glanced out the window and immediately recognized it as the Fu family's old house.
Without thinking, he took out his phone and called Fu Siming.
However, no one answered the phone. He remembered that today was the bidding meeting in the communication area.
"Drive to the bidding conference?"
"Now? Shouldn't it be over by now?"
Fu Bowen quickly spoke up, "Hurry up!"
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