What the hell! The apartment was on fire?
He jumped up from the bed and ran out without putting on his shoes.
The smoke came out of the kitchen, mixed with the sound of a woman's cough.
He rushed into the kitchen like a gust of wind. From the smoke curling up, he saw a panic figure. It was…
He coughed and rubbed his eyes. His eyes became clearer.
It was Ivy. He recognized her. She was…
frying egg!
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He strode forward and turned on the range hood.
The thick smoke gradually dispersed.
He crossed his hands over his chest and stared at her with a questioning posture. "Ivy, why are you in my kitchen?" Turning off the gas stove, Ivy shoved out a piece of black item from the pan and threw it into the trash can.
There were also several dark things in the bucket!