At this moment, Han Dazhu's gaze was filled with cautious scrutiny and probing.
Qiao Qingyu merely glanced at Han Dazhu before hurriedly stretching out her neck to peer inside.
And at this time, Han Lishi had already taken a piece of clothing to beat the burning curtains. Qiao Qingyu jumped in fright, how could it have caught fire?
The house's roof didn't have any tiles, it was all made of wheat straw. If it caught fire, it would be disastrous, especially with today's strong wind.
Qiao Qingyu entered the house again.
Unexpectedly, Han Lishi shouted loudly, "Qiao Qingyu, get out of here."
By then, Uncle Qiao had also arrived and pulled Qiao Qingyu aside, whispering, "What trouble are you looking for, you young girl?"
He then called out to the dazed older female cousin who was standing there, "Hurry up and get some water."
It was only then that Han Dazhu reacted and rushed into the house. However, Han Lishi had extinguished the fire, with just half of the curtains burned.
