The silvery-gray fire door leading to the 29th floor was left open.
Next to the two fire doors, there was a pile of disorganized tables, chairs, benches, and sofas.
There were also a few dirty plush teddy bears among them.
Whether it was the hallway or the fire door, only enough space for one person to pass sideways was left.
The lighting in the hallway was too dim, and various objects blocked the view, leaving Jiang Yan unable to see further inside no matter how good her eyesight was.
Loud voices of men and choking smoke wafted from inside.
At that moment, the outdoor temperature was only about two or three degrees, and there was a downpour.
Not a few people in the hallway or in their homes were heating by burning fires.
Ye Qing gently patted Jiang Yan on the shoulder, signaling her to pause her footsteps slightly before taking a big step forward himself.
Though he was tall, he walked with great skill.
His steps were light and silent.
