She had already decided that if the phone rang and it wasn't something important, she shouldn't answer it, better to deal with the trouble at hand first.
Dongfang Ling had spoken, yet Wang Hong was still not satisfied, insisting he do as she said, so Dongfang Ling had no choice but to comply.
"Now, can you throw your lighter to the side?"
Though reluctant, Wang Hong knew Dongfang Ling's analysis was correct, and she had to compromise.
But just then, as she turned around, she bumped into the car, and the lighter in her hand slipped, looking as if it were about to fall onto the spilled gasoline.
Dongfang Ling froze.
Wang Hong was also stunned.
When Dongfang Ling regained his senses, he shouted anxiously, "Run, hurry and run!"
Only then did Wang Hong remember to turn and run.
By the time Leng Shaoze arrived, although he didn't know what had happened, he could sense that something was amiss.
