Chapter 2: The Jerk’s Younger Uncle Comes to Save Her
Fu Shiyan swept her into his arms and charged out.
When Han Yang saw the two emerge, he excitedly rushed over and noticed a scorched hole in the back of Fu Shiyan's shirt, through which a patch of red was faintly visible.
"President Fu, are you injured?"
"It's nothing," Fu Shiyan said as he carefully set Miss An Yan down on the ground so that she could breathe in the fresh air.
He gently tapped the girl's face, his voice filled with urgency, "An Yan? Are you alright? An Yan?"
An Yan slowly opened her eyes and clutched the man's shirt tightly, her voice weak, "Younger Uncle?"
Fu Shiyan felt a great relief wash over him. He glanced back at the factory enveloped in tongues of fire. A moment later and all that would have been left inside were charred corpses.
Han Yang frowned, "President Fu, Miss An Yan's face has been damaged by the smoke."
Fu Shiyan rubbed his fingers around An Yan's eyes and saw his fingertips darken, his voice indifferent, "That's just smoky makeup."
Han Yang: "...President Fu, let me carry Miss An Yan to the car."
Fu Shiyan looked down at the little hand gripping his shirt and said helplessly, "You can let go now."