"I'll give it a try, see if I can stop the timer for a while!" Gong Beiming squatted down, intently examining the timer.
"Do you know how to handle this thing?"
"Nonsense, of course! I've done this kind of thing before, just a piece of cake..."
Chi Xiaoyu finally breathed a sigh of relief, occasionally standing up to scoop water out of the cabin with a spoon.
The storm outside seemed to have abated somewhat.
A typhoon's fury is most intense at the moment of landfall; afterward, it gradually calms down.
The strongest winds had passed, but the waves were still large.
Gong Beiming appeared to have some understanding of the wiring as his slender fingers slowly dismantled the complex coils.
After a while, Gong Beiming's phone rang.
He took out his phone and pressed the answer button; it was Butler Shi calling.
"Young Master, the sea is still very rough, and they all refuse to set sail. Please hold on a little longer!"
