The next day was the weekend, and Song Yinyin could have slept without worries, but the urgent ringtone of her phone woke her up.
She frowned, and when she opened her eyes, she realized Song Dabai was already up, probably having breakfast downstairs.
She reached out for her phone on the bedside table, but just at that moment, the caller hung up.
By the time she was dressed and got up, the phone rang again.
Song Yinyin answered the call, and a familiar female voice came through the receiver: "Yinyin, it's not good, your backyard is on fire!"
Uh, Wen Duoduo?
Wait, her backyard was on fire?
Song Yinyin rubbed her sleepy eyes, suddenly jolted awake, and hurried to the windowsill, pulled open the curtains, and looked downstairs.
