"Fuck, it's already 50 kilometers per hour, this is really bad!" the middle-aged man couldn't help but exclaim.
He hurriedly tried to grab the walkie-talkie, but he was in a semi-clinging state, almost slipping off the steep roof of the pavilion due to the movement of grabbing the radio.
Fortunately, the middle-aged man was also quite skilled, hooking his foot around the mascot on the corner of the eave, balancing his body on the edge of the roof just as he was about to fall.
"Hello, Old Guo, start evacuating immediately, the wind speed has reached 50, I'm afraid the firebreaks won't hold!" Half of his body was on the edge of falling, but he calmly reported the situation with the walkie-talkie.
Ji Yun was right below the pavilion at that moment, looking up at his "agile" dad, and couldn't help but have mixed feelings of amusement and concern.
"Dad," Ji Yun called out.
Ji Heshan, after reporting the situation, looked down at Ji Yun standing under the pavilion.
