Wu Ling was getting ready to do something—and to investigate Chen Yihan and Chen Xiaoqiu's abilities.
After experiencing the dream, I knew that whenever Wu Ling wanted to "do something," she needed plenty of time to prepare.
It was already light out, and the storm outside had passed. The dark clouds had cleared, and the sun was shining.
But things outside had to be terrible—no better than the office after it had come under a fierce attack.
I hadn't gone home all night, and with the weather so awful, my family had to be worried sick.
There were quite a few missed calls. Skinny had called too.
While Wu Ling got ready, I hurriedly called home.
The old supervisor from the demolition office had called as well. I fumbled to answer that call, too.
He was calling to say that work was suspended for the day.
Actually, the city government had sent out text messages to everyone's phones in the early hours, announcing that classes and work were suspended. Among the many missed calls and unread messages on my phone was one of those notices.
The old supervisor was just confirming it and asking me to notify everyone in our group.
Though the storm had passed, the disasters it had brought overnight hadn't stopped.
Chen Yihan's phone had run out of battery, so she had to use Chen Xiaoqiu's phone to contact people. She was even busier than I was.
Chen Xiaoqiu and I exchanged glances and smiled wryly at each other.
Even without knowing exactly what had happened, I could imagine how bad things were outside from the snippets I heard from Chen Yihan. I'd also experienced a serious car accident firsthand. I didn't know how many people had been killed or injured in it; perhaps it hadn't been