"Crackle!"
"Clang—"
Yan Xinxin heard Mu Qianshui's inhuman cursing and also the sound of many things being smashed and broken.
More smoke began to seep in through the gap under the door.
Without a moment's thought, Yan Xinxin immediately turned to place the little one on the bed, then grabbed the sheet and stuffed it into the gap at the bottom of the door.
After ensuring the smoke couldn't enter, Yan Xinxin rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window, but although she tried to turn the handle, the glass door remained motionless, as if it had also been tampered with.
Since it was made of glass, she could find something to break the glass and seek help from here!
Just as Yan Xinxin was about to find something heavy to break the glass, she suddenly heard a "clang," and a violent flame surged up from the balcony!
How could this happen?
Yan Xinxin's clear pupils instantly reflected the towering flames!
