Li Manman, with eyes red from crying, spoke harsh words, but her mind was in turmoil.
A perfectly fine person nearly got burned to death; that damn Han Siyu was truly a curse for Han Xi. Whenever she appeared, Han Xi suffered.
Fu Bin sat down beside Lu Jinghan, raised his hand, and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, Han Xi will be okay."
Lu Jinghan tossed the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and stamped it out. He took a cigarette pack from his pocket, pulled out one, and bit it between his lips. The hand holding the lighter was trembling slightly, something you'd only notice if you looked carefully.
Han Xi had already been inside for more than half an hour. No one knew what was happening inside, and Lu Jinghan truly wanted to rush in, regardless of anything. If he waited any longer, he feared he'd go mad.
