The rain was getting heavier.
Thunder roared violently.
On his way home, Ji Jue noticed that in some places, water had flooded up to his knees.
It wasn't that he couldn't stay at Lu Ma's house—after all, Lu Feng could sleep on the couch. The main issue was the loud snoring of Lu Feng, which even the thunder couldn't drown out. Ji Jue had no idea how the others could stand it.
Moreover, every time this kind of weather occurred, he always felt uneasy. The old house had been around for many years, and leaks and electrical faults were the norm. There was a fear that if left unattended, the house might collapse after a couple of days of soaking.
Now that he had earned some money, he planned to hire someone to repair it.
After returning home, Ji Jue checked the second floor and the basement to make sure there were no leaks. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief.