After the typhoon passed, the wind and rain stopped, and people from all walks of life in this city began to busy themselves.
By the time it was past two in the afternoon, the residential area's property management cleared the sewer, and combined with manual drainage, the originally waist-deep water in the area was now only twenty to thirty centimeters deep.
Yet from morning till noon, Anthony Davis still hadn't returned, and the secretary hadn't made a single phone call.
It wasn't until 3 PM that the doorbell rang, and Emilia Johnny ran happily to open the door, only to find just the secretary standing outside.
The smile on Emilia Johnny's face froze.
