"Husband, that girl next door probably won't come back from the government shelter, right?"
He Chunmei stood more than a meter away from Jiang Yan's door, holding an almost dead flashlight, and flashed it a few times towards the wire mesh above the door.
The flashlight was actually very dim, and after looking up for a long time, she couldn't discern anything.
When many people had rushed out into the rain "for fun," their family had stayed in the underground parking lot and didn't go out.
They didn't get rained on; they were dry.
But she had been frightened by that door last time.
Even now, with the whole city experiencing a power outage, she still felt the aftereffects and dared not get too close.
"It's highly likely that she will come back," Zhou Guangfu opened the door with a "creak" and let his daughter and son enter the house first before answering her.
He Chunmei: "Oh, why?"
