After writing the first chapter, I went out to pour water and drink, but I didn’t feel right. There was water under my feet, and my ears were rustling. Then I turned on the light and took a look... The whole living room and bathroom were full of water...

The kitchen water pipe broke, and it took more than an hour to sweep...

The house was soaked and collapsed.

Just now the group was asking the second watcher, Lao Dang swept seventeen pots of water.

This will be lying on the sofa like a dead dog...

I slowly continued to write.