Tears silently fell, and just when she could think of no way out, her fingers clenched uncontrollably... It was during this clenching that she finally felt the cell phone in her hand!
Yan Ye's mother had only turned off the phone, not taken it away!
She could still call the police...
With this thought, a sliver of hope lit up inside her.
Quickly wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, she turned on the phone, and a barrage of missed call notifications flooded in.
Some were from Yan Ye, and others... from Ji Fan.
Lian Xinying took a sharp breath before redialing Ji Fan.
"Yingying, are you at the bridal shop now?" Ji Fan's voice carried a haunting power.
Overwhelmed by the intense smell of burning and gasoline, Lian Xinying began to cough violently, "Yes... such a big... such a big fire... I'm locked... inside... cough, cough..."
Lian Xinying covered her nose with one hand but could not escape the sensation of suffocation.
