Hearing their conversation, Shen Xiyan wanted to turn around and leave.
But she couldn't do that.
She slowed down and lifted the branches and leaves that were blocking her way.
What appeared in front of her was not the collapsed bamboo house she had imagined, but a house that was stable even in the storm!
One could still vaguely see the fire inside the bamboo house.
In this dark and restless night, it was exceptionally peaceful.
Shen Xiyan was stunned in front of the bamboo house, her mind full of the word 'unfair'.
Why was Song Qingyou's bamboo house fine, but her wooden house collapsed? How was she worse than Song Qingyou?
This must be Zhao Yingnan and Li Su's problem!
Li Su was frightened by Shen Xiyan's stare and hurriedly dragged her suitcase to knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
Yu Muhuai's voice rang out.
The bamboo house fell silent.
"It's me, Li Su."
