Chapter 1316 How Could It Be Him

At this moment, a figure stepped on the flames and rushed in through a cloud of smoke.

"Su Xiangwan!"

Regardless of the driver's obstruction, Song Ziming rushed to a nearby convenience store, poured a bucket of water over his head, and rushed in.

The small building has been burnt out of shape, and the thick smoke has smoked the furniture.

Not long after Song Ziming rushed in, the wooden furniture and buildings upstairs began to fall, making loud noises.

Song Ziming searched for her figure everywhere, and vaguely saw a slender figure huddled at the stairs.

"Su Xiangwan!" Song Ziming narrowed his pupils and ran forward quickly.

Su Xiangwan was already a little dizzy from the smoke, and saw a figure running towards him in a haze, and immediately stood up: "Here!"

As soon as the words fell, a decorative cabinet on the wall at the entrance of the stairs fell down.

Su Xiangwan's heart tightened, and he hurried to pull Hanmu.

The cabinet fell to the feet of the two of them, splashing a lot of sparks, which was extremely dangerous.

But in a hurry, the phone fell into the fire with a 'snap'.

The page was still on the page where she was talking to Mu Beiting, and within a few seconds, the screen went black.

Su Xiangwan bit her lip, then squatted down again, trying to pick up her phone.

I reached out and tried a few times, but the surrounding flames had already engulfed it.

Although it was not big, she tried several times, but she couldn't take it out no matter what.

At this time, Song Ziming had already arrived in front of the two of them.

Seeing that Su Xiangwan was still trying to pick up the phone, Song Ziming frowned and kicked the phone away from the fire.

Su Xiangwan was a little lost and looked up at him.

But when he saw Song Ziming's face, he was in a daze.

How...how could it be him...

How could it be Song Ziming?

"Don't pick it up, it might explode in high temperature!" Song Ziming said in a deep voice.

Su Xiangwan was still in a daze, still immersed in the shock that it was Song Ziming who came.

"Why, did you realize that I'm handsome?" Song Ziming frowned, only then did he realize that there was actually a burden behind Su Xiangwan.

Su Xiangwan came back to his senses and didn't make a sound.

Song Ziming didn't talk nonsense anymore: "Can I go?"

Su Xiangwan nodded, Song Ziming took off his suit jacket, and slapped the flame that blocked Su Xiangwan and Mother Han for a while.

It couldn't be extinguished, but maybe the oil was almost burned, and the fire was a little smaller.

Song Ziming stepped forward quickly, grabbed Su Xiangwan with his big hands, helped her up first, then looked at Mother Han and asked, "Alive?"

Su Xiangwan nodded. She had tested Aunt Han's breath just now, and she was indeed still alive.

Song Ziming didn't make a sound, and picked up Mother Han.

"Let's go!" Song Ziming said in a deep voice, and strode over with Mother Han on his back.

Su Xiangwan let out a sigh of relief, and followed closely.

After escaping from the stairs, Su Xiangwan breathed out lightly.

But the things upstairs were already crumbling, and before they could take two steps, the huge chandelier on the roof fell down first.

"Be careful!" Su Xiangwan tugged Song Ziming behind him.

The chandelier fell heavily in front of the two of them, and they raised their arms to protect their faces at the same time.

Glass shards splattered everywhere, and Su Xiangwan's neck and arms were scratched with two bloodstains, and a few shards sank into his skin through his clothes.

Song Ziming was a little more serious than her, but this level could only be regarded as mild.

The two avoided the glass and fire all over the floor, Song Ziming glanced at her and asked, "Are you all right?"

Su Xiangwan shook his head with complicated eyes, never expecting that he would come to save him.