Compared to the physical discomfort Ji Xi worried about, Zhou Ye was more concerned about something else.
He did not know much about what had happened in his childhood, only vaguely remembering bits and pieces.
He had asked his second uncle before, but all he got was an answer telling him not to look into it.
But he understood Yan Xianjue. He could confidently say that he basically knew everything about Yan Xianjue.
Yan Xianjue was not the kind of person who would faint because of a momentary emotional outburst.
Ni Qiu stood to one side, not knowing what he should do.
After thinking it over, he said, "Then I'll go out and meet Shen Fangli."
Ji Xi nodded. "Mm."
Yan Xianjue, the one they were worrying about, was not doing well at all.
When he first heard about the fire, he had not reacted much.
He had read Lei Xuan's emergency plan too, and it could already be considered comprehensive in every respect.
But by sheer coincidence, the camera had been aimed directly at the area where the fire was fiercest.
When Yan Xianjue went to look at the projection, there was not a single person on the screen. All he could see was a sea of blazing red firelight.
At that instant, it was as though someone had struck beside his ears with a sledgehammer, or as though thunder had exploded right next to him.
The rolling thunder instantly drowned out every sound around him—the sounds of games, people calling out, and hurried, chaotic footsteps.
A scene suddenly appeared before his eyes: flames soaring into the sky, while he sat alone in a small wooden cabin.
Dry, highly flammable firewood was piled all around him. The intentions of whoever had prepared that room were obvious.
The scene shifted,