As they passed through the first-floor living room, all three windows, along with the decorative tables and chairs, had caught fire, wood crackling and popping. Jiang Tingxu carried Si You with steady strides and rushed out the front door just before the flames surged toward them. Four black cars were parked outside, with several rings of bodyguards standing around them. An assistant opened the car door.
Jiang Tingxu stepped inside. The moment Si You touched the seat cushion, a blanket was wrapped around him. Only then did he realize that cold was seeping from deep within his body.
Jiang Tingxu's movements were extremely steady, but Si You could still sense an indescribable panic in him. He pressed a hand to the man's arm and said softly, "Tingxu, I'm safe now."
Jiang Tingxu froze, then lowered his heavy gaze onto Si You's face. He even looked a little aggrieved. "Twenty-nine hours..." His next words were nearly swallowed by the dust. "I was going insane."
"What are you afraid of?" Si You pressed his forehead against his, offering comfort through their shared warmth. "If anyone should be going insane now, it's Zhang Feigu."
At the mention of "Zhang Feigu," ice covered Jiang Tingxu's eyes.
Zhang Feigu had not expected Jiang Tingxu to arrive so quickly. Even as people dragged him outside, his gaze kept searching frantically around him. He cried out hoarsely, "Zhou Fan! Give Zhou Fan back to me!"
Si You insisted on getting out of the car with Jiang Tingxu. Wrapped in an oversized trench coat, he looked coldly at Zhang Feigu amid the night and firelight.
The moment Zhang Feigu saw him, he suddenly stopped struggling. "Xiaofan..."
Si You curled his lips mockingly. "President Zhang, Zhou Fan is already dead."
Zhang Feigu shook his head again and again. "No,