The boy's mother lifted her pale and haggard face, looked at Ou Lan for a while, then suddenly threw herself into her arms and began crying loudly, her cries causing others to feel immensely sorrowful as well.
The atmosphere on the rooftop was desolate.
There was no other way; everyone could only stand on the rooftop waiting for the next batch of rescue helicopters to arrive. This city had millions of people, and the relocation efforts were under a lot of pressure.
So for a long time, no helicopter came again.
An hour later, a helicopter finally flew in; it was Zhan Moxiao's private helicopter.
The helicopter landed on the rooftop, Li Dan and Liu Feng jumped down.
The crowd was about to move forward again, but Zhan Moxiao sternly reprimanded, "Stick to the previous principle, elderly, children, and women first, everyone else stays back."
This time, no one dared to defy, and the remaining elderly, children, and women were all arranged to board Zhan Moxiao's helicopter.
