"What!" Hao Ren's eyes widened, and he asked Grandma immediately, "Where are they trapped?"
In the recent years, to develop the tourism industry, the East Ocean City repaired the district near where Hao Ren's home was each year, and the seaside road was well-maintained, and the hills facing the road was reinforced each year. That was why landslides had never happened in recent years.
"He's still on the line. Talk to him!" Grandma put the cell phone into Hao Ren's hand.
"Hello? Hello?" Hao Ren yelled anxiously into the phone.
"Ren, we're fine. Don't worry. The landslide happened ahead of us and blocked our way. We have called for help, but we'll have to wait for a while due to the storm. You should go to bed early; we are safe in the car." Hao Zhonghua's voice sounded over the phone
"Are there any cars behind you?" Hao Ren asked immediately.
