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By the time she had finished all this, it was already 5:10, and the person still hadn't arrived—strange!
She sat down to rest and saw that two messages had been sent to the group, both mentioning her.
Song Yi, "Jhiang Yuan, we estimate that we'll come to pick you up around 10."
Ye Mianmian, "Sister Yuan, when we were coming back, the overpass below collapsed and we need to take a detour.
Everyone is too exhausted to proceed, and we've just finished cleaning up, so don't worry. We'll get ourselves together and then come get you."
Alright, it's Ye Mianmian who is attentive enough to clarify the whole situation.
Suddenly, another message popped up.
Zhang Kaiyang, "Sister Yuan, don't be afraid, eat some more to keep your strength up—we'll be there soon..."
Jhiang Yuan, "Okay, I'm not in a hurry, take a rest if you must. I'm currently on the 10th floor, the lower levels are flooded."
