The owner of the hotel rushed out in a hurry, sweating all over his head. Standing at the entrance of the store and looking upstairs, the smoke was rolling and the scene looked very confused.

"What's the situation with Uncle?" Zhao Tiezhu took a drink and went to the owner of the restaurant. Although all these people said it was on fire, only smoke could be seen in the window. There was no flame, not even a little flame.

The owner of this Western-style restaurant is an uncle over forty years old, who seems to have a slight taste of foreign countries. He should have been abroad before. "Today, the...