The anxious Mo Jingchun searched everywhere for Zhou Yaling.
Standing on the highway, Mo Jingchun looked at the white cloth covering something beside the bus and felt his legs go weak with fear.
Even someone like him who owns a company with tens of thousands of employees would be terrified in the face of such a scene.
If what is under that white cloth is...
"Brother."
Just then, a familiar voice, fraught with sobs, came closer from afar.
Zhou Yaling, who had been sitting on the ridge of the field, seemed to see light and ran madly towards Mo Jingchun.
Seeing her brother, Zhou Yaling couldn't hold back her tears any longer.
Large pea-sized tears kept falling.
Zhou Yaling, who had not faced any major storms since childhood, had never experienced such a catastrophe firsthand, especially with no familiar people around her, no wonder she felt so lost.
But now.
Seeing her brother so close, Zhou Yaling clung to his arm and cried loudly, ignoring any concern for her usual image.
