The moment his older sister's call connected, before Ye Yuan even had time to speak,
Father Ye's voice came from the other end of the phone:
"I'll talk."
As he spoke, Father Ye snatched the phone away and asked,
"Xiao Yuan, are you okay?
Where are you now?
Why didn't you come to Shangjing?
Are you hurt?
How is Blue Island now?"
Facing his father's five fatal questions in a row, Ye Yuan said with a bitter smile,
"I'm fine. I'm on the island right now.
You've arrived in Shangjing, right?
How is it? Did Shi Yun arrange a place for you to stay?"
Hearing that his son was safe, Father Ye finally let go of the worry that had been weighing on his heart.
"Shi Yun arranged for us to stay in her family's courtyard house. I have to say, Shangjing's courtyard houses really are nice!"
Ye Yuan curled his lip. It was not as if he had never been to Li Shiyun's family courtyard.
How could it compare to the courtyard on their own island? Other than its location and its outrageously high price, he could not see what made it better than theirs.
After hanging up on his family, Ye Yuan rejoined the cleanup.
Time passed without notice. Today was already the fifth day since Blue Island had been struck by the tsunami.
Over those five days, power and internet service had been restored to most areas of Blue Island.
Aside from some dangerous buildings, many people had already been able to return to their homes.
This tsunami had not only brought massive economic losses to Blue Island.
It could be said that all of Blue Island's affairs over the past few days had unfolded beneath this bleak atmosphere.
Ye Yuan's parents had rushed back on the