Qian Zheng remained silent and jerked his chin towards the direction of Shen Liguang.
Wu Xiaowu looked over and saw him pinching a cell phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other, puffing smoke, surrounded by the odor of tobacco.
Lately, too many upsetting things had happened one after another; the situation had just been really dangerous, and they almost...
The mere thought was terrifying.
If the boss had seen his own girlfriend dying right in front of him, he probably would never work as a firefighter again.
Wu Xiaowu and Qian Zheng fell into an unspoken silence together, and with silent gestures, they went upstairs.
Shen Liguang took a drag on his cigarette, holding it in his hand, and leaned his head back, slowly exhaling a breath.
The moon and starlight tonight were also beautiful. The autumn night breeze blew, and Shen Liguang's irritations slowly dispersed.
A sense of relief washed over him, thankful that all was well.
The Fu family's home was brilliantly lit.
