Yao Ye went downstairs to buy Baozi and soy milk.
Shen Jiayin got up, washed her face, picked up the clothes from the washing machine, walked to the balcony to hang them out, and from their balcony, she could just see the street scene below. She saw her mother-in-law rushing out from the stairwell, intercepting her husband.
"Ziye, something's wrong." Mrs. Yao ran over, barely able to catch her breath, and grabbed her eldest son's clothes.
"Mom?" Yao Ye stopped in his tracks, turned around to support his mother, and his eyes filled with confusion when he saw Mrs. Yao's phone, his gaze turned a bit somber.
"Listen to me." Mrs. Yao swallowed, "Your dad just left, I couldn't stop him in time. Now, the fire department and the neighborhood management called to say that the house we lent to Jiayin's third uncle caught fire."
