Zhu Qianying didn't mention that Zong Mao had come to her, so as not to overly worry her friend.
"Ying Zi, thank you!" Bai Shao sincerely said on the other end of the phone.
Zhu Qianying felt pained, because, just from the voice coming through the receiver, she could feel Bai Shao's fatigue.
"Are you silly, why are you being so polite with me?"
The two had a brief and hurried conversation. Zhu Qianying looked at the time, it was after 3 a.m., probably waking up Xiaolu would lead to a muddled half-moment where she couldn't communicate normally with Bai Shao. And Bai Shao also made it clear that she was only given five minutes to report her safety to her family.
"Xiao Shao, Xiaolu and Uncle Dong miss you a lot. Say a few words to her, I'll record it."
Bai Shao did as she said. The next morning, Zhu Qianying played Bai Shao's recording for Bai Xiaolu. As soon as the little girl heard it, her tears streamed down.
