As the SUV continued racing, Liang Anya heard crackling sounds behind her in the woods, the sound of flames burning the branches.
The fire was starting to get bigger and bigger.
Liang Anya suddenly felt a bit nervous and asked the driver, "Will he be okay?"
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror at the pale-faced Asian woman: "Are you talking about the Hall Master of Beiming Hall? The garden is still a distance from the forest entrance. Once the fire grows, his subordinates will surely find him ahead of time."
She felt somewhat relieved.
Wheels spinning, the SUV decisively sped towards the airport through the rapidly spreading, intimidating forest fire.
The next night flight to China would be in half an hour.
In half an hour, Si Yuheng, Xiaoxiao and I would be out of your life...
Please live well, I will too.
She took a deep breath, holding Xiaoxiao tightly in her arms, and took one last look at the thick flames falling behind her.
