"Yanyan, how have you been? It's Xiaoman..."
Upon receiving this message, Xia Yanxin's mind was first filled with excitement and joy. After all, Shen Xiaoman had been missing for so many years, and finally, there was some news. However, once the initial ecstasy cooled down, her heart was filled with worry. Although she had great faith in Shen Xiaoman, she clearly knew that Shen Xiaoman, who was diagnosed with uterine cancer, was probably no longer alive. Thus, this message undoubtedly seemed to come from a mysterious hell, and an inexplicable sense of panic began to envelop her.
After a brief moment of silence, Xia Yanxin pulled up the message again and read it carefully. Once she confirmed the phone number, she dialed it.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed does not exist!"
A prompt tone came from the phone, and Xia Yanxin, feeling a bit unwilling to give up, dialed it once more, only to hear the same result—still nonexistent.
