C1329 Young Master Ye's Maid 1251

The rain, miraculously, became smaller and smaller, and the wind did not dare to act rashly, and gradually retreated into the clouds. The sky was still gray. The whispers were mixed with the sound of an excavator.

The sky was already gray and light. People started to come out to clean up. The people who were calling for help had been rescued. When he left, he spat in Ye Nianmo's direction