"Young lady." Secretary Song's expression was solemn, his fist unconsciously clenched...
A wave of guilt rose within him; it was all his fault for being too late!
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Ling Xiche returned home, took a bath, and when he got out and lay on the bed, he checked his phone. He happened to see the news online about the fire at the Song's residence.
The fire had consumed two lives, leaving behind two female bodies...
There were also pictures taken by the onlookers at the scene; they showed Xia Yunsheng rushing into the fire to save people.
Frightened, Ling Xiche immediately sat up, "Sheng!"
Without wasting any time, he got dressed and rushed over to the Song family. By then, the fire had been extinguished, only the firefighting team and some curious onlookers remained.
Secretary Song was trying to calm down the mother and daughter of the Song family.
"Ahn, Sheng, Anran..." Mrs. Xia was crying so much that she almost fainted.
