Xia Ye Zhao's heart jumped, "Who are you looking for?"
The small voice on the phone was both sweet and cool, "Who is this 'uncle'? I'm looking for my mom."
Xia Ye Zhao's heart seemed to stop for a moment, "What's your mother's name?"
"Chang Danran."
These four words felt like a knife, stabbing directly into Xia Ye Zhao's unsuspecting heart.
When…when did she have a son?
Xia Ye Zhao's hand gripping his phone turned white, his tone unconsciously hardened, "Who's your father?"
"Bo Jingyu."
Xia Ye Zhao's face turned incredibly dark. Bo Jingyu, the doctor who treated his sister's foster father?
Were they married?
The voice on the phone was a little boy's, scarily smart, "Uncle, did you steal my mom's phone? I put a tracker and a virus in my mom's phone. If you don't return the phone, it will explode!!!"
A twitch tugged at Xia Ye Zhao's mouth, "Your mom went to the ward for a consultation."
"Oh, you saved yourself, uncle. Bye!"
The little boy just hung up the phone.
