"Rip!" Chu Ge tore off the sleeve of his T-shirt, swiftly donned the security uniform, and glanced at the unconscious Qin Ruojing, touching his nose in exasperation.
Then, he placed his phone, keys, and other items on the ground by the wall, picked up a bucket of water, raised it above his head, and "splash," poured most of it over himself.
The security guards finally understood what he was going to do, but even though they guessed it, they still found it hard to believe their thoughts.
After all, the fire inside had already grown large, waiting for the fire truck was the only choice; no matter how important the things inside were, rushing in now was simply suicidal!
Only when Chu Ge took a deep breath and covered his nose with the torn sleeve did he truly rush into the office, leaving the security guards' pupils narrowing in shock.
Madness, absolute madness! What's called a moth to the flame? What's called courting death? This is it, clearly!
