Sister Sun, hearing the noise, came out of her room, puzzled and confused, "Sir, are you going out at this time?"
"Yes, Sister Sun, you go back to bed," Han Luoli said with a smile, his voice rich and deep as he mysteriously held the document bag between his slender fingers.
Sister Sun glanced outside, not knowing what he was up to, rolled her eyes inwardly, "Sir, this will startle Miss Xiao Er."
The man shook his head and raised the document bag in his hand, "No, she will be surprised, not frightened."
Having said that, he stepped out the door with long strides.
Sister Sun clicked her tongue twice, amazed at how spirited he still was after staying up all night. Truly, men in love are like chickens injected with cock's blood.
However, it was nice to see the master so lively and animated.
The black Lamborghini sped along the road, Han Luoli steering with one hand, loosening his tie with the other. He tilted his head slightly and saw the document bag lying quietly on the passenger seat. It was already four in the morning, that little fool must be fast asleep by now.
He had only been away from her for half a day, but he missed her so much already. Every minute, every second was filled with his eager longing.
With his yearning vast like the sea, the man floored the accelerator, speeding up to the maximum.
Yaxi Garden was destined to have a sleepless night. It was supposed to be a quiet time for slumber, yet the community was as bright as day, filled with noise and chaos.
In the not-so-large community space, red and yellow lights flickered, gathering a large crowd of people including security guards, residents, firefighters, and doctors, all anxiously waiting.
Some people had even come down from their buildings in thin pajamas, some without even putting on shoes, looking rather disheveled. But even in their disarray, there were expressions of relief on their faces, the gratitude of survival after a disaster.
Others looked toward Building 3 with nervous tension, pacing back and forth uneasily.
"Firefighter comrade, what exactly is the situation inside? Will our neighboring building be affected?"
"My wife and children are still in there, comrade, please let me go in and look for them!"
The fire chief, busy with a walkie-talkie, directed the firefighting operation with tense, orderly commands. He spared a stern look at the petitioner, "No, no one is allowed in. Our firefighters will do their best to rescue. Nobody is allowed inside!"
The irrefutable tone of voice silenced the speakers. They obediently stayed behind the cordon, anxiously awaiting the firefighters' rescue.
People from distant buildings in the community opened their windows to look from afar, worry visible on their faces, "What's happened, all this commotion?"
The neighbor, also leaning out next door, promptly replied, "There was a fire in one of the homes in Building 3, the whole building's caught fire!" With a sigh, they added, "Our community has been around for so many years, and the building facilities are quite old. I don't know how the rescue over there is going."
Inside Building 3, firefighters were carrying out an intense and orderly rescue operation. Fortunately, the fire was discovered early, and many people had been rescued.
"Is there anyone else inside? Make sure not to leave a single person behind!" The fire chief shouted through a megaphone, always keeping a close watch on the situation at the scene.
The community manager stood downstairs, sweating profusely, his back drenched with cold sweat as he counted the residents of Building 3. He silently prayed that no one would be harmed, or they would be held accountable.
After counting several times, he quickly ran to the side of the fire chief, "Chief, everyone's here, no one's missing!"