"Pah, pah!"
With a face covered in soot, Shao Zifeng struggled as he rolled off the bed,
The previously clean and tidy room was now filled with sooty air, the quilt scorched by flames, and his clothes were even more tattered.
The most heartbreaking thing for him was the machine beside the bed, not knowing if it could still be used.
"Ouch!"
Xiaolu tossed the travel bag beside Shao Zifeng without even glancing at him, and bounced out of the room.
"Well, she's mad again," he said.
Shao Zifeng sat on the floor and sighed. He reached out and took the travel bag.
Looking at the travel bag, scarred from numerous life-and-death situations, Shao Zifeng sighed deeply, recalling how many times the straps had broken.
Opening the bag, Shao Zifeng began to rummage through it.
Apart from clothes and pet food, the bottom of the travel bag held several small boxes, which he used to store special items.
He took out three empty boxes to have on hand.
