Xiao Moli suddenly lunged forward towards An Ziqi.
"Su Ran."
As soon as the voice fell, a loud explosion resounded.
The people inside the warehouse had no time to react; all were sent airborne by the blast wave and then crushed back to the ground by the collapsing warehouse.
When all the movement around him gradually subsided, Xiao Moli immediately looked down at An Ziqi in his arms to ensure she had not been injured.
He removed the object that had been stuffed in her mouth and helped her sit up.
While untying the ropes around her, he asked anxiously, "How are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"
An Ziqi buried herself in his arms, silently shaking her head as tears fell.
Dust was flying in the warehouse. Su Ran, leading a group of people, walked in from outside, covering his nose, "Cough, cough, you two should save the hugging for home. If we don't leave now, Moli might bleed to death."
An Ziqi quickly pushed Xiao Moli away and reached out to cover the wound on his chest.
