The fire chief glanced at the person in charge and asked again, "Are you sure?"
"Cer..."
Before the person in charge could finish speaking, someone spoke up in a low voice, "I remember there's a girl in her twenties living in building three, isn't there? Where is she?"
It seemed like someone recalled, promptly nodding, indeed there was a young woman in apartment 602, living alone, who seemed to have dated a very handsome and rich boyfriend recently. They had even gossiped about it in private.
The person in charge's forehead began to sweat, and he licked his dry lips, trying to explain himself when a figure suddenly burst out from the crowd.
"You don't have to look for her! Gu Xiaoer is surely dead!"
Everyone's eyes widened as they looked toward the figure that had suddenly appeared, disheveled and in total disarray. A few glimpses of her pale face allowed people to recognize who she was.
"Yang Xue, isn't that Old Yang's child?"
