"It's bad, the factory is on fire!" On the other end of the phone, Cao Yufei's voice was noticeably anxious.
"On fire?" Qi Yun's heart tightened suddenly, and his eye twitched involuntarily. He quickly asked, "Is it serious? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. The warehouse... the warehouse caught fire. The fire trucks have arrived, but we don't know the extent of the damage to the herbs yet. You should come over if you can." Cao Yufei replied quickly.
"Alright, I'll come over right now!"
After hanging up the phone, Qi Yun's expression instantly became grave.
He quickly threw on his clothes, not even bothering to say goodbye to Zhao Qing, and hurried out the door, started the car, and drove towards the pharmaceutical factory.
Half an hour later, just as the car turned the corner, he saw lights flashing in the direction of the pharmaceutical factory, accompanied by billowing thick smoke rising into the sky.
