The car wash owner was making phone calls to other car wash owners he knew as he drove.
Along this suburban road, there were quite a few car washes. Despite the competition, they all knew each other. Whenever there was a municipal inspection, they'd give each other a heads up.
As soon as the other car wash owners heard that it was the President's villa on fire, they headed over without a second thought.
The car wash owner also called the fire department, staying busy the whole way.
Little Ann rubbed her swollen eyes, asking timidly, "Uncle, will my mommy be okay?"
"She'll be fine, she'll be fine. Uncle will definitely save your mommy." The car wash owner wasn't sure about the situation at the villa, but seeing how big the fire was, he feared the worst for those inside.
He comforted Little Ann, but his own heart was in turmoil.
There was a wall outside the villa and a tall iron gate. When Little Ann ran out, the gate was ajar, but now it was closed tight.
