Shen Qinglan's eyes darkened, "What happened?"
"The gallery caught fire."
Shen Qinglan's expression changed, "Is everyone okay?"
"Everyone is fine, but the paintings were destroyed."
Hearing that no one was harmed, Shen Qinglan felt a slight relief, hung up the phone, informed Old Sir Fu, and then went with Fu Hengyi to Daniel's gallery.
When they arrived, there was still a fire truck on the scene. Daniel was standing in front of the ruins of the gallery with a dark expression. Seeing Shen Qinglan's arrival, he came over, "Why did you come?"
"How could I not come when such a serious incident happened here? How did a fire start all of a sudden?" Daniel had called her earlier to say that the gallery had caught fire and all the paintings were burned.
"You know they are still investigating the cause of the incident," Daniel said gravely, but his heart was more inclined to believe that after all, with this kind of weather, it was not likely to have been a natural fire.
