Zhen Yu was woken up by the noise in the living room in the middle of the night, faintly hearing the word "fire" and was immediately frightened into getting up with a roll.
She grabbed the short jacket by her pillow, putting it on as she turned on the light and slipped on her slippers then dashed off to the living room.
"Where's the fire?"
The moment Zhen Yu's voice rang out, two boys nearly of age made a loud "ao" sound, frantically grabbing something to cover themselves.
"Where's the fire?!" Zhen Yu asked again without any concern for the boys' actions, intensifying her tone and simultaneously sniffing the air.
There seemed to be the burnt smell of hair in the air.
"The mattress caught fire! We just put it out." Zhen Yan responded, still standing on the kang bed, holding a pillow horizontally against the wall.
"That's right, that's right! The mattress caught fire." Fu Yu, standing next to Zhen Yan, said, mimicking Zhen Yan's movements.
