Daniel Marshall's lips curved slightly, softening the harsh lines of his face momentarily. "Does she appear similar to the person in the photograph I provided you with?"
"From what I can see, besides traces of hardships and the passage of time dotting her face, they do resemble quite closely. Her delicate facial features haven't changed. She does indeed own a leek dumplings store, and business seems to be doing well."
An unexplained wave of warmth spread through Daniel's heart. A satisfied grin gradually crept on his face, "Is there a video?"
"Yes, there are some other complications too. But have a look at the photos first, I'll tell you more about it later."
"Alright!"
After hanging up the call from Martin Wallace, Daniel, in a slightly joyful mood, opened WeChat.
With suppressed excitement, Daniel's hands trembled slightly.
It had been twenty-eight years since he last saw his mother. He finally might have an opportunity to meet her.
