So Feng Fuce needed to stay behind with his son to handle the aftermath.
Upon learning what happened, Bai Zhi'er quickly asked, "Is our son behaving well?"
As she asked, Feng Linxing was not far away, being interviewed by reporters.
"Little boy, someone captured you going into the fire to rescue people. Why did you have such courage? Can you tell Auntie?"
Feng Linxing frowned at the camera, looking entirely like a little adult with a grumpy face.
"What courage? It's just fire."
This response left the reporter speechless.
Feng Fuce gently spoke to his wife, "He's doing well, being very good. I'm holding him, and he's eating a lollipop."
Bai Zhi'er felt relieved, "Thanks for your hard work."
She added, "I'll hang up now, honey."
Feng Fuce hadn't reacted yet, and there was only the busy tone of "beep beep beep" on the other end.
His brows relaxed, and his thin lips curved into a joyful smile.
