In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

The man had a strong grip on her hand, and his nose and mouth were covered with a wet towel. He handed one to Grace as they quickly made their way out. There was another passage inside the teahouse where the flames were less intense, allowing the two to pass through.

The fire crackled as it consumed the wood. It was a truly heart-stopping experience.

Grace held onto the wet towel on her face, feeling some relief in her lungs.

"Boss! What are you doing here?"

Other people were also escaping through that passage and were surprised to see the man.

The man scolded them in a hoarse voice, "Hurry and leave!"

There was the sound of hurried footsteps.

Grace hurried down the stairs, keeping an eye on the man's dark silhouette. He was tall and well-built and seemed to be middle-aged.

His voice sounded so familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

She didn't have time to think more about it. All she could think about at that moment was finding a way out of there.

As she descended the last step on the third floor of the teahouse, Grace felt a tremendous sense of relief. She dropped the wet towel and gasped for air.

the staff

been

and gestured toward the man. The person immediately shut

"Thank you for saving me. May I know

mysterious. Their corners were upturned, making them

his nose and mouth, avoiding

to thank me. I just happened to see you while I was escaping. I couldn't stand

voice was indeed

"boss".

the place suddenly catch

It's probably because it's winter and dry. A

The subordinate fell silent.

at the teahouse had

hard work had just been reduced to

man had not only remained level-headed, but he was also remarkably calm,

kindness. Could you please share your contact information so that I may have a chance to repay you?" The manager continued to

"I insist."

became a bit anxious. She grabbed his sleeve and pressed him, saying, "I