After hanging up the phone, Jiang An quickly went downstairs.
At the entrance of the community gate, he saw from afar an elderly couple with graying hair, holding a child of about five or six years old, standing uneasily beside the security booth.
Under the scorching sun, the elderly couple's bent backs looked particularly huddled.
Jiang An walked over quickly and said softly, "Hello, I'm Jiang An."
"Hello, Comrade Jiang An! It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person."
The old gentleman wearing gold-rimmed glasses shook Jiang An's hand excitedly.
"We have been following your achievements for quite some time."
Jiang An slightly opened his mouth, cautiously asking, "Elder, who are you...?"
"Oh, we..."
The old gentleman pushed his glasses, his voice suddenly becoming somber, "We came specifically today to see you because of our son's case."
He paused, then pulled out a newspaper from the cloth bag he carried.
