"Where's Shen Hanyu?"
Sang Qianqian opened her mouth, but realised that her voice was extremely hoarse as her throat had been burnt.
With every word she said, she felt a sharp pain in her throat, as if something rough had brushed past it.
Wen Xu wanted to say something but stopped. "Shen Hanyu, he..."
Sang Qianqian endured the pain in her throat. "If you don't tell me, then I'll go find him myself."
She got up and was about to get off the bed when Wen Xu stopped her and whispered, "Sister, Shen Hanyu… Is injured."
The fire was too big, and almost everything in the house was burned down. When Shen Hanyu rushed in to carry Sang Qianqian out, he was hit by a collapsed beam.
At that time, he held Sang Qianqian firmly in his arms, not letting her get hurt at all. He gritted his teeth and carried her to a safe place.
Sang Qianqian's heart felt as if an invisible hand was clenching it, and she was a little breathless.
