"Qiaoqiao?" Mo Lian got close and asked in a low voice, "Did you see something?"
Qiao Mu raised her hand and covered his mouth. She whispered, "Be quiet!"
Mo Lian blinked and pulled her petite hand away from his mouth. He held her hand and whispered, "We're being thieves right now."
Qiao Mu nodded and pulled her hubby upstairs.
At this time, the fire outside the building was burning fiercely. Several dozen people were rushing inside and outside the building. It was very rowdy, with people both putting out the fire and saving items from the fire.
An attendant who was getting on in years ran inside and wailed while slapping his thigh, "It's over, it's over. It's over, it's over, it's over."
After seeing the empty second floor, the old servant fell limply to the floor. "Oh my goodness! This thief is truly hateful! They've actually emptied out the entire floor!!"
"This bastard thief! Ahhh! How am I supposed to explain this."
