Seated on the sofa, Shen Wan listened to the news broadcast with an air of serene composure.
As expected.
In contrast, Yang Lan and her daughter were visibly anxious, their faces turning pale. Among them, Shen Ru remained comparatively composed and promptly called Shen Qian.
"Hey, Brother! Are you okay? That's good... Hmm, I'll let Mom know... Please take care of yourself too..."
Yang Lan's hopeful gaze turned to her eldest daughter. "What did Ah Qian say?"
Shen Ru took a seat beside her mother, offering a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, when the tsunami hit, Brother was resting at the hotel, and he's absolutely fine."
"That's a relief, that's a relief!" Yang Lan patted her chest, clearly relieved.
With only one son, if something were to happen to him, who would inherit the vast family estate? Wouldn't it just benefit the second branch of the family for nothing?