Ge Liutao's legs went weak, her body tilted to the side, and she hurriedly grabbed onto the table for support.
"Qing, Qingzhu?"
Chiang Songhai, his hands trembling, pressed the speaker button.
Chiang Qingzhu's voice came through the phone. Although there was a bit of static in the connection, Ge Liutao instantly recognized her voice.
"Dad! Mom! It's me, I'm Zhuzhu, I really am Zhuzhu!"
Ge Liutao wanted to move toward the phone, but her legs were too weak—she couldn't take a single step.
She covered her mouth, and tears began to pour out uncontrollably.
Oh my God, oh my God.
Her daughter, her poor, ill-fated daughter, was still alive!
"Zhuzhu, where, where are you? Why haven't you come home?" Chiang Songhai's tears flowed freely as well.
On the other end of the phone, Chiang Qingzhu was crying too, a flood of tears streaming down. Kuang Kanzhi sat beside her, gently patting her back in comfort.
