But today, for Layla Vidali, it can only be summed up in five words: Surviving the flood.
Nearing the end of work, Damian Desmond was invited by a group of people to have dinner, saying that he wanted to cleanse him, Layla Vidali was packing up, the phone in his pocket rang, Will Friedle called.
She got Will Friedle's phone number because he made her stay a few days ago.
What is this guy calling you now?
Layla Vidali looked suspiciously looking for a corner to answer the phone.
"Hello, Second Young Master?"
"Hello, Pr... President... President...."
Will Friedle's weak voice sounded at the other end of the line, it felt like the whole person was being drained. . . .
Layla Vidali was silent: "What's wrong with you?"
"What... I'm still wondering what's wrong with you! What did you do
