Old Sir Bai hesitated to speak. It wasn't until Qin Jiangsheng carried him on his back that he slowly said, "Actually, you're more suitable to be the head of the Bai Family than Ayue."
Fortunately, the house was made of wood, but the stairs weren't; however, the wooden railing beside them had been completely burned away. Sirens sounded outside, the fire was terrifyingly fierce, and occasionally wooden beams fell from above. The thick smoke made Qin Jiangsheng's throat hurt, and his breathing was choked with heavy dust until Old Sir Bai covered his nose and mouth with his hand, making it much more bearable for him.
With his clothes scorched, skin underneath bloodshot, Qin Jiangsheng clenched his teeth and rushed out with all his might.
Only after escaping the Bai Mansion did he realize that many people had gathered outside. Firefighters were fully engaged in battling the blaze, and there were several police cars and an ambulance. Old Sir Bai had completely lost consciousness.
