Old Mr. Liu looked at Bai Chuwei's beautiful and mysterious face, suddenly understood something, and his voice trembled, "Miss Bai means... my son is still alive? He's not dead?"
At first, he too held onto the belief that his son was surely still alive, but after the search and rescue team had looked for half a month without a trace, his heart had gradually grown cold.
If his son was unharmed, he would certainly seek help outside, not just sit on the ground awaiting death, unless he was already dead.
When Bai Chuwei suddenly said his son was not dead, Old Mr. Liu felt as though he had grabbed onto a lifeline.
Was what Bai Chuwei said true or false?
As a father, even with only a one percent chance, he was willing to try.
Old Mr. Liu took out his cell phone and immediately called the captain of the search and rescue team.
