Jing Shu had indeed spent a fortune to prevent mudslides, directly reaching out to Qian Duoduo's contacts and paying a significant price to get so many huge stones to block the area behind the villa. Not to mention all the preparatory and drainage work she did—was it all for nothing?
Look, the disaster struck, and now Jing Shu was in a position to be confidently in control, rather than panicking like ants on a hot pan like the rest of her family.
"Grandma, Mr. Jing, don't worry. The mud won't flood our house even if it floods others'," Jing Shu said.
The family's gaze shifted towards her. Grandma Jing asked, "Why? What makes you so special that it floods others but not you?"
"COUGH. COUGH." Jing Shu said uncomfortably, "Grandma, have you forgotten? Last year, because I had a strange dream, I put up a large tombstone with scriptures engraved on it behind our villa to suppress evil spirits. To protect it, I also laid two rows of huge protective stones around it..."
