She thought he was Murong Wanwan, but his chest wasn't as broad as his.
Then who was it?
Ling Yiyi's consciousness was in a daze. She could vaguely make out a face that was hard and unfamiliar to her. An orange steel helmet was on the top of her head.
She remembered that it was a fireman.
The fireman was talking to her, but she didn't listen to him.
She only thought that she would not die. That was good.
A happy smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
The fireman helped her out of the door. Finally, she could breathe the fresh air and began to gasp.
At this time, she had already become ashen-faced, and the bare skin of her hands and feet was red.
The cell phone continued to ring.
The fireman helped her to the stone bench outside the first floor of the community. After seeing t
