A blazing fire raged through Gulou Street.
Sounds of crying could be heard because some houses were burnt. Although no one died, their houses and savings were all gone. How would they still live in the future?
Rumble!
The welfare agency was razed to the ground; sparks flew everywhere resembling fireflies.
"Teacher!"
Lu Zhiruo shouted loudly. She opened her eyes wide and stared at the fire, searching for Sun Mo's silhouette.
Rumble!
Sun Mo broke out from the sea of flames and dashed out.
"Teacher!"
Li Ziqi and the others immediately went over.
Not only had his students arrived, but An Xinhui also came.
"How is it?"
After An Xinhui ascertained that Sun Mo wasn't injured, she silently heaved a sigh of relief.
"No corpses!"
Sun Mo's depression was solemn.
"Ah?" Lu Zhiruo's eyes immediately turned red. "Those children are so pitiful. They haven't even enjoyed a day of fortune yet."
Pak!