He only took the car keys.
The assistant hurriedly grabbed Gao Zhe's phone and jacket and followed him.
On the rooftop of Lu's building.
Lu Zhenzhen was sitting on a recliner, swinging slowly. She held an empty folder in her hand, occasionally using it to shield herself from the sunlight overhead.
She had been watching for half an hour now.
The firefighter's lips were dry from talking, but that pair of grandmother and grandson still sat outside the small balcony extended from the top floor, unwilling to come up.
Unfortunately, that corner was practically a blind spot, with two panes of glass separating it. The balcony extended outwards, and below was the fountain at the entrance of Lu's company. It was dozens of floors below; if they took a wrong step, there would be no saving them.
The firefighters tried to approach several times, but were discovered by the Old Lady.
Who knows if they had scoped the place out beforehand but chose such a tricky spot.
