It's not that the door opened, it's that the power went out!
At this critical moment, the water is gone, and the electricity stopped.
In the pitch-black room, thick smoke rolls, heightening the sense of despair.
Mu Anhan instinctively held the two children...
...
Downstairs, the deluxe room.
The fire wasn't as severe as in the presidential suite on the top floor, but it's not trivial either.
Xue Xiangtong, driven by her instincts as a police officer, reached for her gun first, only to remember that she was on vacation and hadn't brought it.
She took out her phone to call for help but found the signal was blocked.
How were Mu Anhan and the others? And what about everyone else?
She immediately thought to rush out the door, but the fierce fire blocked her way.
Her brain went blank; with no electricity or water, her despair only deepened.
Had she received Qin Ye Peng's gift? Her phone's light was all she had to cling to her solitude.
