Billowing smoke and the sound of stir-frying in an iron wok emerged from the stairwell, probably owners had dismantled wooden furniture to make a fire and cook in the corridor.
Without electricity, the smoke detectors and fire sprinklers in the passageways were also ineffective.
The pungent, choking smell of smoke and fire permeated everywhere.
Jiang Yan had actually been restless at home for quite some time, but she still chose to hunker down at home and not go out.
Moreover, because a bunch of unknown "intruders" had temporarily arrived in the building, she temporarily abandoned her plan to go down to the seventh floor to seek revenge on Zhang Qiqi.
After all, at this moment, everyone, whether He Chunmei or others, thought she had gone to an official refuge and had not returned.
So, she would just live peacefully for a few more days.
As for Zhang Qiqi, with the rain so heavy now, she was naturally trapped in the building.
