"Lanlan? Dad?"
Tan Huajun was the first to rush into the house, calling out in the living room, but the only response was the quiet air.
"Old Tan, stop looking, come and check this out."
Zhang Su walked to the coffee table in the living room and picked up a piece of A4 paper, shaking it.
Tan Huajun hurried to Zhang Su and took the A4 paper: "Mom, grandpa and I left with the rescue team that Uncle Jia from the building next door organized. I begged them to go to the gas station, but they said it was too dangerous and refused. I don't know where we're going; Uncle Jia only mentioned heading to the countryside. If you see this note, take care! Daughter: Lanlan."
The elegant handwriting looked very clean.
Tan Huajun's face revealed a very complex expression, and she asked the few people around her, "They're fine, right? Lanlan and the others left with the rescue team, so they're safe, right?"
"Of course!"
