Ivy Miller looked outside, the wind was shaking the big trees as if it wanted to uproot them entirely, with lightning and thunder, it seemed as if a horde of ghosts was howling in.
"Uncle, the power's out, it's pitch dark inside the house."
Hearing her almost crying voice, Henry Sullivan remained silent for a long time, then said with some guilt, "I'm sorry, I can't come back for now."
Ivy Miller's little face was full of tears.
Of all the husbands she could have married, she found one who didn't care about her at all.
Everyone's scared to death and he doesn't even care.
"A village four kilometers away has a landslide. The unit has ordered us to immediately assist in the relocation and rescue of the people.
I'm already on my way, I just wanted to let you know. I'll send the chef to bring you lunch at noon.
Remember to eat well and don't starve yourself."
Hearing him say this, most of Ivy Miller's grievances instantly disappeared.
"Is it dangerous over there?"
