Song You'ai nodded, suddenly realizing that at some point, her daughter had become the family's backbone.
Everyone had been on edge, but the sight of her daughter's perpetually calm face somehow soothed their nerves.
"Grandpa, Grandma, please sit down first." Xie Ning helped the elderly couple sit down on the sofa. "You just saw the video. The situation outside is grim right now, but it's temporarily safe here at the Song Family Pavilion."
"We haven't heard anything from my aunt or uncle yet. But don't worry—right now, no news is good news."
'Based on my last life, my uncle and his wife, as well as my aunt's family, made it through the beginning of the apocalypse with some scares but no real harm.'
'It was Song Shijun, all alone in Su City, who was in grave danger.'
Song Yaoguo was calmer than his wife. "Ningning makes a good point. You shouldn't worry so much."
