The person who had spoken had just finished when his butt received a kick from his wife, "Son of a bitch, acting like I'm not here, huh? All you think about is that young widow!"
People immediately burst into even louder laughter, and the frantic firefighting process became much more relaxed thanks to this little interlude.
The fire was gradually brought under control, and people added more water to the straw to prevent re-ignition before dispersing.
It was very late, and everyone was tired, so they all wanted to go home and sleep early.
Seeing Wang Yan's bucket still on the ground, Ling Feng picked it up, thinking whether he should deliver it to her house.
After a moment, he decided against it, reasoning that there were two beauties at home, and if he was late, they would probably start to worry.
So he carried the bucket back to his house, found the door certainly closed, pushed it, and realized it was locked from the inside. He knocked on the door, "I'm back!"
