Tang Jingyi, who was held by more than a dozen hooligans and unable to move, initially showed a glimmer of hope in her eyes when she saw Wang Yan rush into the sea of flames.
But as she watched the house collapse, despair and anguish immediately appeared on Tang Jingyi's face, and she screamed heart-wrenchingly, "No—Dad, no, Wang Yan, I'm sorry—"
At this moment, seeing her only relative in this world perish, and the man newly treasured in her heart die today, Tang Jingyi's heart instantly fell into Hell, as if cut by knives and burned by fire, the pain penetrating to the bone.
At this time, those dozen hooligans laughed loudly, "What a silly boy, seeking death himself. Let's leave him alone, let's go."
Saying so, they dragged the crying Tang Jingyi, forcibly stuffed her into a van, and the van roared as it rushed away.
Just as the van was leaving, a figure burst through the flames, soaring into the sky, descending gracefully in mid-air.
That person was Wang Yan.
