Dad had read too many apocalyptic articles, so he dug out the basement of his old house and stocked up a hundred boxes of mineral water. When he showed off to me triumphantly, I was sitting in a Michelin restaurant, elegantly slicing a steak. I just felt embarrassed and scolded him, "Dad, can you stop being like a mouse and hoarding things every day? Our family is not short of money!" "Don't always look for trouble!" The father on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and only said, "Okay, Dad understands." He never called me again. Unexpectedly, the high temperature apocalypse really came soon. I was trapped in the penthouse apartment with no water, no food, and no signal.
