Ji Wanzhou was standing at the door when he suddenly smelled a strange smell. It wasn't the smell of burnt food, but something plastic.
Thinking about this, Ji Wanzhou could no longer stay calm. He opened the kitchen door and said, "Ahem, Qingge, come out with me."
He opened the door and took a deep breath of the smoke. He held Meng Qingge tightly and ran out of the kitchen. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief.
"Are you okay?" Ji Wanzhou looked at Meng Qingge breathlessly to see if she had gas poisoning.
"I'm fine. I used an electric stove." Meng Qingge took off her mask. She didn't expect to find a small oxygen inhaler hidden inside.
Ji Wanzhou finally understood that he was prepared. No wonder the smoke in the room was so thick, he could still stay there.