Zhuo Junyue ruffled her hair, still admonishing, "There are casualties. The typhoon has already made landfall, and a scaffold has fallen, which is why I have to go there myself."
Su Ningyan frowned, "Uncle, it's dangerous for you to go now. I want to go with you."
"Good girl, if you go with me, I'll have to worry about you. Just stay at home, I'll handle it. I should be back in two or three days, okay?"
With him saying this, Su Ningyan felt she shouldn't insist, for fear of hindering him.
She nodded, "Uncle, you need to be careful too. I'll wait for you at home."
Zhuo Junyue kissed her forehead, "Good girl, wait for me to come back, and you should be all right. Don't worry, I can't wait to come back."
Even at such a tense moment, he still managed to joke.
Ningyan felt a mix of laughter and tears.
But, his playful nature did lighten the tension a little.
