"Tomorrow afternoon at three o'clock, the strong typhoon 'Milu' will make landfall in S city. We urge all citizens to be prepared for the wind and to try to avoid going out..."
After turning off the TV, Han Yingying, with her protruding belly, looked at Shen Mosheng, "There's a typhoon tomorrow. You must be careful."
"I'm sorry that I have to go on a business trip when your due date is approaching," said Shen Mosheng guiltily as he looked at her. "But I will come back early to accompany you into the delivery room."
"It's okay, my parents are here, and there are a lot of people taking care of me. Just take care of yourself."
"Okay." Shen Mosheng kissed Han Yingying's forehead and stomach before turning to leave.
Watching the torrential rain that had been falling for two days, Han Yingying touched her belly with some worry, "Baby, you have to hold on until Daddy comes back."
