C482 Jiang Zhiyuan's Thoughts

In Jiang Yufei's house, Jiang Zhiyuan, who had just hung up the phone, looked a little unhappy. Faang Xiaoyu brewed a pot of top-grade red robe and poured a cup for her husband.

She said with concern. "What is it? What did the city's seismic bureau say? Will there be any aftershocks? "

Jiang Zhiyuan took the purple sand teacup from his wife's hand. The thick tea moisturized his throat