Qin Yan's heart plummeted as she heard Butler Lin's frantic voice over the phone. Fire in the Moonlight villa, Xi Xiaobao trapped inside. Time stopped as panic flooded her senses, but she quickly gathered her wits. With adrenaline coursing through her veins, she dashed from the press conference.
Taking over the car from the Nie family's driver, she drove herself to reach the villa as soon as possible. The sleek black car tore through the city streets, slicing through the evening with urgency. Qin Yan's mind raced with thoughts of Xi Xiaobao, each passing second felt like an eternity as she prayed fervently for the safety of the little one.
On the other side, in the tranquil elegance of Madam Xi's drawing-room, Liu Ying sat opposite Madam Xi, her posture poised and graceful. The servant poured the steaming tea into porcelain cups with practiced grace, her movements fluid and precise.