"Hello, may I ask who is speaking?" Zhang Yichen answered the phone and said.
Upon hearing her own son's voice, Xia Jing was overrun with emotion, suddenly at a loss for how to speak to her child. She softly said, "My child, I am Xia Jing, your mother. Do you remember me?"
Zhang Yichen paused upon hearing these words. He then spoke calmly, "Oh, my mother, I'm sorry, ma'am, but you must be mistaken. My mother passed away when I was just one month old. I don't have a mother, and I don't know why you're pretending to be her. I'm not sure what you want or what your purpose is. If you are in need of money, then I'm sorry to say, I'm just a ten-year-old child with not a penny to my name. I have no money to give you, so don't think about trying to extort me. If you do this again, I will have no choice but to call the police and report you for harassing me!"
