Tang He was about to walk over and knock the man out when the man immediately stood up, "I... I’m leaving." No sooner had he finished speaking than he ran faster than Yun Ya. The woman cursed loudly, "How could I have married such a man." Yun Ya casually took a blanket from the sofa and draped it over the child. Tang He wanted to carry the child, but Yun Ya shook her head, "I’ll do it." Since the elevator was inoperable, they had to take the stairs. When they reached the fourth floor, they distinctly felt the entire building sway. The woman let out an "ah" as she stumbled and quickly grasped the wall for support. "My God, it’s not really going to collapse, is it?" "Quit talking nonsense, let’s get out of here." Yun Ya carried the child and hurried down the stairs. The woman’s legs were weak, and she nearly fell after just a couple of steps. Yun Ya glanced at Tang He, "You carry her." Finding himself being commanded by a young girl, Tang He didn’t complain. Instead, he smiled, picked up the woman, and ran toward the stairs. With his long legs and excellent physical condition, it didn’t take long before he left Yun Ya behind. The building was shaking more intensely now. Yun Ya staggered, almost falling to the ground, but in midair, she gritted her teeth, twisted her body, and managed to hold the child tightly against her as her back slammed violently against the wall. Yun Ya nearly heard the sound of her back straining. She gasped in pain, her eyebrows furrowing deeply. The child in her arms suddenly started to cry. Yun Ya soothed in a soft voice, "Good baby, don’t cry, don’t cry, sister won’t let anything happen to you." Sure enough, the little baby stopped crying. Yun Ya smiled and touched his face with her hand. "If sister’s future baby could be as cute as you." As she spoke, her eyes dimmed somewhat. Thinking about such things at a time when life and death were at stake, she couldn’t help but shake her head and wryly smile. She gathered herself, but just as she stood up, she felt a tearing pain in her waist, which seemed to have been strained. She bit back the pain, clutching the child as she hurried down the stairs. When they reached the second floor, the shaking was even more violent. Yun Ya had a feeling that the building was about to collapse. While descending the stairs, out of the corner of her eye, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a worn-out shoe sticking out from a door that was ajar in the corridor. The shoe had a large hole, revealing black toenails. Newest update provided by novel·fire·net Yun Ya’s pupils suddenly constricted. Was there still someone inside? She quickly approached and kicked the door open. There, on the floor, lay a ragged old woman in her sixties or seventies, with disheveled hair covering her face, making it almost impossible to see. "Granny, wake up." Yun Ya called out. However, the old woman lay there without any response. The shaking grew even more intense. With the situation as it was, there was no time for more consideration. Tang He and the conscienceless man had long since vanished from sight. Yun Ya bit her lip firmly. The more dangerous the situation became, the calmer she got. Exiting the main door, a fierce wind howled. Yun Ya was nearly swept away. She instinctively hugged the child tightly as the weeping woman rushed over, took the child from her arms, and held him close, showering Yun Ya with words of gratitude. The sky was dark and gloomy, and the rain poured down. Tang He shouted loudly in their direction, pointing at the car urging them to get in. Yun Ya saw a reporter with a camera, who had already accurately captured her image. She looked up at the sky where a whirlwind carried the dark clouds towards them. The building behind her was swaying, and she could almost feel the ground vibrating beneath her feet. "Take the child and leave quickly." After dropping this line, Yun Ya turned and ran back inside without looking back. Her white skirt billowed and danced in the pouring rain during that gloomy afternoon, standing alone in majestic beauty, serene and composed amidst the desolation, fighting with her back to the wall, facing death with life at stake. Tang He stared in shock, his wide-open eyes betraying his disbelief: "Fuck... Is that girl looking to die?" The wind was so strong that even his spoken words were unclear. Just as he was about to rush back in, one of his subordinates swiftly grabbed him, "Captain, can’t you see the building is about to collapse? Going in there now is suicide." The camera of the official media captured this electrifying moment. The entire building teetered in the violent winds, windows shattered, pipes burst, and the façade peeled away, visibly crumbling at an alarming rate... A young girl, however, turned and ran back into the deserted and perilous building without a second glance.