Click~

Zhong Tingyue opened the door and raised an eyebrow: "Nana."

Indeed, the person who came was Yang Meina, holding an umbrella, but it was obvious that her clothes were still soaked and her hair was wet.

Zhong Tingyue welcomed her childhood friend inside and used a towel to wipe the rain off him: "Why did you come in such heavy rain?"

"The typhoon is coming, I'm scared." Yang Meina tossed her hair. "You have to take me in."

Where is Wang Wenhao?

"Overtime," Yang Meina said with a mournful face. "Their company's software is being updated recently, and we can't leave the office for even a moment."

Zhong Tingyue helped Yang Meina change into her own clothes. The latter walked out of the room and saw Chu Fang and Zhong Rou arguing.

Chu Fang: "You owe me one hundred."

Zhong Rou: "I haven't agreed yet!"

Yang Meina asked in confusion, "What are they doing?"

Zhong Tingyue replied calmly, "Play."

Yang Meina's gaze shifted to the hot pot on the table, and she immediately became happy: "I didn't prepare anything at home, and you guys are actually eating hot pot. What kind of heavenly life are you living?"

After dinner, the wind outside intensified, even snapping trees in half. With a crack, the room lights went out.

Chu Fang: "Damn, the power's out."

Zhong Rou: "Oh wow~~~"

Yang Meina: "Damn it!"

Zhong Tingyue took out the prepared lighting equipment, and the light dispelled the darkness.

Because of the typhoon and fearing that it might hurt people, the four of them did not sleep in separate rooms, but instead made a makeshift bed on the floor in the living room.

When the typhoon hit, the power went out, the communication equipment stopped working, and they couldn't go online, so they went to bed early.

"Oh brother-in-law, I can't sleep." Zhong Rou lay down, bent one leg, put the other foot on her knee, and crossed her legs.

Chu Fang: "I'm not a dream god, what's the use of you telling me?"

"Brother-in-law, do a somersault and make me laugh. Maybe you'll fall asleep."

Chu Fang: "..."

You really don't treat your brother-in-law like a human being.

Zhong Rou sat up abruptly: "How about this, I'll tell you a story."

"It is said that on a stormy night, a man braved the rain to return home..."

Zhong Rou's voice echoed in the room, and the other three listened attentively. Suddenly, a 'crack' sounded, followed by a clap of thunder.

Yang Meina was terrified and quickly burrowed under the covers, trembling: "Zhong Rou, please stop talking."

Zhong Rou looked at Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue with a calm expression and asked, "Aren't you two scared?"

Zhong Tingyue shook her head. Zhong Rou looked at Chu Fang, who had a serious and focused expression. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that he had two earphones hanging from his ears. She listened to them and saw that they were playing "The Internationale."

No wonder I wasn't scared, and even felt quite excited; it turns out I was listening to this kind of song.

Zhong Rou nudged Yang Meina's blanket: "Sister Nana, let's talk about something."

"What?" Yang Meina poked her head out.

"Give me a hundred, and I won't tell that ghost story anymore."

Yang Meina readily agreed: "Deal!"

Having received 100 yuan, Zhong Rou stopped telling ghost stories. She had originally planned to get some money out of Chu Fang, but Chu Fang was as cunning as a ghost, and she couldn't get any money out of him, which was a real pity.

As night deepened, the four of them went to sleep, accompanied by a violent storm.

Snap!

Suddenly, a thunderous roar resounded, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Zhong Rou was woken up by the noise. She walked to the window, pointed at the night sky, and said, "Damn you, heavens, what are you yelling about? You think you're so great? If you've got the guts, come down and fight me one-on-one. I'll show you why flowers are red!"

Chu Fang: "..."

Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."

Yang Meina: "... ..."

... ...

As the typhoon passed through, the entire city of Shanghai was engulfed in strong winds, torrential rain, and lightning.

In a makeshift shed at a construction site in Shanghai, lived migrant workers from other places, including Chu Fang's father-in-law, Zhong Ping.

Looking outside and recalling his experiences over the past few days, Zhong Ping couldn't help but say, "Damn it, the feng shui in Shanghai is terrible!"

When he first arrived in Shanghai, the temperature was over 40 degrees Celsius. Even working at night, he was sweltering and almost suffered heatstroke.

Not long after, another typhoon hit, sweeping through Shanghai and destroying all the buildings. Their temporary shed was blown by the strong winds and leaked air everywhere.

Zhong Ping slowly withdrew his gaze and sighed, "Alas, why did I go to gamble and lose all my money? Now look what's happened, I can't go home and can only wander around in other places."

He deeply regretted it.

Now we have plenty to eat and drink at home, and we're waited on hand and foot.

What's here? Nothing at all!

At that moment, the workers in the shed were eating their dinner. One of them said, "Zhong Ping, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and eat. We have big appetites, and if we finish this, there won't be any left."

Zhong Ping looked up at his coworker Huang Yongxiang, who was a few years younger than him, and asked, "What are you looking at? Why are you laughing so happily?"

Huang Yongxiang showed him his phone and then said, "My daughter's college entrance exam results are out. She can at least get into a 211 university."

Upon hearing this, many of the workers were overjoyed:

"Old Huang, your family must be incredibly lucky, your daughter has really made something of herself."

"I know that a 211 university is a good school, and you won't have to worry about finding a job after you graduate."

“... ..."

Zhong Ping said, "You guys are uncultured, and you still argue back. A 211 university isn't a school."

"What's that?" a coworker asked.

Zhong Ping said, "211 is a general term for good universities."

He had heard his eldest daughter explain that schools like 985 and 211 are good schools.

"That's not a good school."

“That’s right, that’s right.” Another coworker nodded and said, “Zhong Ping, you’re just like us, you don’t know anything either.”

Zhong Ping puffed out his chest: "How could I not know? My eldest daughter graduated from a 985 university, she's very capable."

"Tch~~~" the coworker scoffed. "How good is he?"

Zhong Ping said, "My eldest daughter owns a studio in Shanghai and manages a lot of employees. My son-in-law is even more impressive; I heard he pays out tens of millions in salaries every month."

I don't believe it.

"I don't believe it either. Your daughter and son-in-law are so capable, how come you ended up working on a construction site like us?"

"That's right, that's right."

When he saw that many of his coworkers thought he was bragging, Zhong Ping opened his mouth, but ultimately remained silent.

Although his fellow workers didn't believe him, the result was right; he is indeed working on a construction site now.

Huang Yongxiang comforted him, saying, "Don't take it to heart, they meant no harm."

Zhong Ping nodded: "I know."

The coworker had no ill intentions; he was simply refuting his point of view.

"Oh right, why haven't I heard you talk to your family on the phone? Is something wrong?" Huang Yongxiang asked.

"Hmm, sigh, ah..." Zhong Ping uttered several words in a row, finally turning it into a sigh, "Alas, it's a long story."

Outside, the wind howled as if it were the end of the world. Zhong Ping lay in the work shed, fiddling with his phone, which displayed Chu Fang's number: "Should I call Xiao Fang? They must be worried sick. Or maybe I should just forget it. Xiao Fang isn't my son-in-law yet, and I don't need to bother him with everything."

"Should I call my daughter? Or should I forget it? If she finds out, Mr. Gao will find out too, and then I'll lose face."

Zhong Ping was torn between calling his daughter and son-in-law in Shanghai.