A trace of gloom flashed through Shen Qi's eyes as he said hoarsely, "Shen Ranxin ran away."
"We can't worry about that now." Shen Ziqing clicked his tongue. "Lu Zhi is here. Leave him alone and come over."
Shen Qi exchanged a glance with Cheng Cheng. Cheng Cheng said in a hoarse voice, "You haven't forgotten what you promised me, have you?"
Shen Qi looked at the corridor swallowed by flames. After half a minute of silence, he suddenly smiled in helpless amusement.
His young master was seriously fucking fierce now.
Shen Ziqing was still telling them through the earpiece to return first. Cheng Cheng was the first to rip off his earpiece, throw it to the ground, and run into the corridor.
Shen Qi gripped his earpiece, his throat rough from the smoke.
"That's your business." Shen Qi spoke with absolute certainty. "I'm not Little Seven anymore. I know what I want. I want Shen Ranxin."
Shen Ziqing was silent for three seconds before suddenly laughing. "Idiot. You've been the same self-righteous idiot since you were little. The damage has already been done. What you're doing now can't make up for anything in the past. It's nothing but one-sided self-indulgence. Little Ranxin probably won't fall for that."
Shen Qi took off his earpiece, crushed it beneath his foot, and ran after Cheng Cheng.
Shen Ranxin was not very familiar with the villa's layout. He could only drag his heavy shackles through the thick smoke, moving forward bit by bit.
The water in the wet toilet paper around his feet had already been baked dry. Shen Ranxin curled up in a corner and tore off the dried paper.
The flames heated the shackles around his feet, and pain traveled from the scorching iron to his ankles.
Shen Ranxin truly had