Everyone huddled close with their bowls in hand.
Outside, the storm was rampant; branches danced menacingly in midair, and the dust-covered ground made it nearly impossible to discern directions.
These people, who had lived in the Capital for years, had only ever experienced some sandstorms before—this was their first encounter with such a severe storm.
Faced with the oppression of the natural disaster, a hint of panic flashed in nearly everyone's eyes.
Jiang Yan even felt a sense of crisis, "Damn, with such heavy rain, are we going to drown?"
Shang Shuyue, however, seemed pensive as she looked out the window, then turned back to Jiang Li.
"Did you know about the storm beforehand?"
The production crew had already driven the drones into their house; now, they were clearly capturing Jiang Li's calm demeanor on camera.
She nodded unhurriedly, "Yes, I sensed there would be a storm when we were on the lake."
