Sheng Liang rushed in with a wet towel and scanned the living room quickly, but all he could see were burning flames and chaos all over the ground.

"Dad! Where are you?" Sheng Liang shouted, his throat burning as if he had been burned.

But he didn't hear a response.

Sheng Liang hurried upstairs again. The cashmere carpet on the stairs had been charred and emitting thick smoke. He couldn't open his eyes at all. He couldn't even see the road in front of him. He just walked with intuition.

Sheng Liang first went to the study and kicked the door open. He saw that it was full of fire and smoke. He couldn't see anything clearly, but he seemed to hear the ticking sound, so he quickly ran past it, and then saw Sheng Tianhao who had fainted to the ground.

He quickly squatted down, covered Sheng Tianhao's mouth and nose with a wet towel, grabbed one of his hands and wanted to carry him on his shoulder. When he heard Sheng Tianhao's painful hum, he also found the injury on Sheng Tianhao's leg.

"Why are you here? Get out!" Sheng Tianhao's vision was a little blurred, but he still knew that the person who was going to carry him was Sheng Liang, and immediately shouted.

Sheng Liang ignored his cry and still struggled to carry him on his back: "if you want to scold me, go out and scold again. Now you'd better talk less."

"I can't use you to save me, you waste!" Sheng Tianhao tried to see Sheng Liang's expression, but his eyes were still blurred.

"I know." Sheng Liang smiled bitterly in his heart, but still said, "but I still have a lot of things to ask you, so even if you don't want to, I'll take you out safely."

Sheng Tianhao's hand trembled, and then his whole body began to tremble. He expected everything, but he didn't expect that Sheng Liang would come to save him at this critical moment of life and death.

Even after a lifetime of calculation and forbearance, at this time, he can't control his emotions: "Xiaoliang..."

There was a constant sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the fire sounded like the wind, so Sheng Tianhao's low voice was completely submerged, and Sheng Liang didn't hear it.

Hearing Sheng Tianhao coughing heavily again, Sheng Liang hurriedly said, "your hands should move. Cover your mouth with a wet towel."

Sheng Tianhao had decided to give up, but Sheng Liang's appearance made him have the idea of living again. Now everything is clear. If they work together, the Xilin family is not afraid at all.

"Xiao Liang, actually your mother..." Sheng Tianhao listened to Sheng Liang's words, pulled up a wet towel to cover his mouth and nose, said slowly, but then he coughed again.

"Don't talk first. After you go out, tell me one by one." Sheng Liang's breathing is gradually difficult, and there is more smoke outside. The whole staircase seems to be wrapped in smoke and can't see anything. He can only hold his breath and explore slowly.

Sheng Liang hates Sheng Tianhao, but in the face of life and death, resentment is so insignificant. In particular, only Sheng Tianhao knows about his mother. He can't let him die!

Sheng Liang walked very carefully, but when he got down to the middle, he stepped empty step by step. The two people rolled down the stairs. Sheng Liang was almost instinctive. He used his body as a cushion, and his arms closely protected Sheng Tianhao.

When he fell, Sheng Liang's head hit the floor and his mind was confused. When he recovered, he saw that Sheng Tianhao nearby seemed to have lost consciousness and his clothes were burned. He immediately rushed over and patted the fire with the wet towel.

When he put out the fire on Sheng Tianhao's clothes and wanted to carry Sheng Tianhao on his back, he found that his right hand couldn't work at all. He might have been injured when he fell down just now.

"What are you doing, dawdling!" watching Sheng Liang help Sheng Tianhao up, it was very difficult. Sheng Qian, who had just rushed in, wrinkled his eyebrows. He was moved in his heart, but he still hated it. Then he quickly carried Sheng Tianhao up from Sheng Liang's hand and asked Sheng Liang, "you can do it yourself, but don't drag me back."

Sheng Liang directly ignored Sheng Qian's attitude. He just followed him and always paid attention to the surrounding environment, so as not to drop anything at any time.

When Sheng Qian came over, he probably cleaned up. The way out was fairly smooth. They soon ran out and stopped at a safe place before they put Sheng Tianhao on the ground.

Sheng Liang reached out and touched Sheng Tianhao's carotid artery. Fortunately, although it was weak, at least it was not life-threatening, but he untied Sheng Tianhao's collar so that he could breathe fresh air.

"Master!" the old housekeeper ran over, squatted down and looked worried.

"Don't worry, he's fine." Sheng Liang said in a shallow voice, and then slowly stood up.

Seeing his body shaking a few times, Sheng Qian said, "don't worry, the ambulance should come soon."

Sheng Liang went straight outside as if he hadn't heard. Qiao Xuan was still locked in the car by him. She should be worried about it.

Qiao Xuan was still smashing the window glass, but it was of no use. When she was anxious, she looked up and saw Sheng Liang coming this way. His clothes were wet and full of stains. When she walked, her steps were a little vain. Qiao Xuan looked at him and tears suddenly came down.

"I'm back -" Sheng Liang opened the door. Just after saying this, Qiao Xuan came out of the inside and put his hand around his neck. He paused and comforted in a low voice, "I'm fine. Don't worry."

Hearing what he said so easily, Qiao Xuan loosened him, wiped his tears, looked at him with some anger on her face: "why do you have to do this every time, make your own decisions and bear everything yourself, can't you consider my feelings and ask my opinions!"

She was locked in the car by him. She knew he was going through danger, but she couldn't help him. It was like being abandoned by him.

Sheng Liang was stunned. He had never seen Qiao Xuan so angry, but he knew it was because she was too worried about him just now.

Sheng Liang gently hugged her with one hand and whispered, "I'm sorry, not next time."

"What next time!" who would hope for the next time? Qiao Xuan tried hard to push him away, but then she saw him holding his other arm. Her face turned white and hurt very much. She was startled and hurriedly held him and asked, "what's the matter with your hand? Show me!"

Sheng Lianggang wanted to say nothing. Thinking of what she had just said, he loosened his hand and let Qiao Xuan carefully pull up his sleeve.

His whole arm was bruised and bruised, and some places were still bleeding. Qiao Xuan felt distressed, but she knew Sheng Liang was afraid of her worry, so she didn't tell her anything. She endured her emotions and whispered, "there should be no fracture, but let the doctor deal with it, or it will be inflamed."