"What if the aftershocks are strong? What if the prediction is inaccurate?" Nan Mufeng furrowed his brows, glancing periodically at the very pregnant Jian Xi.
Nan Tian said, "My information is from the military."
Nan Mufeng was left speechless. Military news must be accurate.
"We're better off at home; going out is too much trouble," said Old Master Nan.
Nan Mufeng's lips twitched. Perhaps he was being melodramatic. But his wife was expecting!
"Grandpa, the things at home are quite old. Look at the chandelier on the ceiling—it shakes and isn't safe. It's better if we go out."
Old Master Nan glared at his grandson, "Your new house isn't even built yet, and you're already disdaining your grandpa's old place! This house is truly earthquake-resistant!"
"Grandpa, that's not what I meant. We just... "
Sigh! Nan Mufeng didn't know what to say. Ultimately, he was just worried!
