"Thank you so much for your help," the middle-aged man said hurriedly. "I feel so bad. I haven't called your terminal in years, and the first time I do, it's to ask for a favor..."
"Don't worry about it. We'll always be men of the Third Army!"
"If you ever need anything in the future, you can always come to me!"
"Thank you!"
After ending the call, the tofu shop owner tapped into his own shop's page. Thankfully, back when he sold soybeans, business was slow—only twenty-something customers. Otherwise, with more people, finding her would have been like looking for a needle in a haystack.
He found the chat window, forwarded the message from Little Qing, polished it a bit, and sent it to Jiang Qiuqiu.
He watched the chat window for ten minutes. Just as he'd expected, there was no reply.
He took a screenshot of the situation and sent it to his old comrade-in-arms.
The hopeful atmosphere that had filled the Star Sky Rescue Center dissipated.
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「The next day.」
