It seemed like the two were about to be consumed by the flames.
Suddenly, there was an intense banging at the iron gate in the courtyard.
In the face of such an intrusion, Lin Yifan instinctively stopped what he was doing and listened intently.
"Who is it?"
Not long after, Xizhu's voice could be heard.
Having drunk quite a bit, he stumbled and mumbled his way out.
"Is Yifan here? I'm looking for Lin Yifan!"
Outside the iron gate, the voice was actually Shen Shiyao.
This was like a cold splash of water on Lin Yifan, and he hurriedly grabbed the still fumbling Dong Jiu Feng.
"What's up?"
Xizhu stood in the courtyard, hesitating as he looked at the iron gate.
Lin Yifan had just gone upstairs, probably hadn't started yet.
"One of my students is ill, I'm asking him to help save them."
Shen Shiyao's voice was urgent.
Lin Yifan could only hold onto the frenzied Dong Jiu Feng.
"Miss, hold on, someone's here."
"I don't care…"
