Rong Yan was just about to leave when her eyes caught the desperate look in the woman's eyes, the one holding a child.
Perhaps that woman regretted her decision, as she stood at the window and screamed desperately, "Save my child... Save my child..."
Rong Yan could no longer ignore it, especially since that old lady had also run over to her side.
She immediately pushed her bicycle towards the old lady, "Old lady, please watch my bicycle for me..."
Before the old lady could react, Rong Yan had already squeezed into the crowd and headed towards the burning house.
"Hey, Miss..." The old lady, holding the bicycle, was dumbfounded.
What was going on?
A bicycle, such a valuable item, and she was left to watch it?
Did the two of them know each other? Wasn't she afraid that the old lady might just walk away with the bicycle?
Just then, someone in the crowd shouted, "Look, that person went inside..."
Everyone was shocked; they had not expected anyone to rush in at that time.
If they weren't mistaken, it seemed to be a girl.
For a moment, some people felt ashamed— a young girl wasn't afraid to rush into the danger, yet these grown men just stood there?
Isn't this shameful?
Spontaneously, some people began to join the firefighting efforts, fetching water from nearby houses...
Meanwhile, the family from the burning house just stared dumbly, the old lady sitting on the ground, crying desperately about her house and belongings inside.
Her son just stood there dumbfounded, really infuriating people.
When Rong Yan dashed out, she immediately took off her cotton jacket and draped it over her head.
As long as she was fast enough, the fire couldn't reach her.
She rushed up to the second floor.


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