The third room belonged to Song Ting and Song Ennian.
They were staying in a suite, so knocking on their door would alert them both at once.
Song Enzhi, who was quite intelligent, was now pounding on the door like a village shrew, with a voice louder than ever before, "There's a fire, Dad, big brother, hurry and open the door. Dad..."
Song Ting and Song Ennian were alert enough to open the door after a short while.
Song Ennian sighed as he saw the thick smoke at the stairway, "Su Xiufeng must have gone mad."
He didn't need to look for evidence to know that the fire had been set by Su Xiufeng.
Song Ting thought that Song Ennian might have misunderstood Su Xiufeng, but upon seeing that the items piled at the top of the staircase were Su Xiufeng's clothes, furniture, and gasoline barrels, he sighed as well.
He looked around and said, "The fire on the stairs is too fierce, and with all those gasoline barrels, we can only escape from the balcony.
