Ye Ranran hugged him tightly in terror. "What happened? Was there an earthquake?"
Jun Mochan let her go and walked onto the balcony. In the distance, thick smoke billowed and flames illuminated half the sky.
Jun Mochan's expression was grave, his lips tightly pursed.
Ye Ranran followed him outside and was completely terrified by the sight of the towering flames.
"Over there, is that..."
"Stay here, I'm going out for a bit," Jun Mochan told her as he hugged her and patted her head. "Don't ask too many questions, you know this is not your business, right?"
Ye Ranran knew that this incident was very serious, so serious that it was beyond anything she had ever encountered before. She numbly nodded her head.
As Jun Mochan went downstairs, Grandfather Jun had already come out of his room. He had casually slipped on some clothes but had not yet put on his overcoat, which the servants were frantically trying to help him into.
"Grandfather, I will take care of it," said Jun Mochan.
