Song Mingsheng nodded without hesitation.
Then he reported his home address in full.
He also mentioned the telephone number of the big team headquarters.
Where his younger uncle and aunt worked, the guardroom phone number at his aunt's workplace, and the phone number of Grandpa Ji's residence.
He was about to give the office number of Director Whang from the provincial city's bookstore.
But Song Yunuan covered his little mouth.
A network of relationships unfolded in an instant!
The mind of a genius, us mere mortals simply cannot comprehend.
Her little uncle was also taken away when he was exactly five years old.
Just like Little Asheng, he should remember everything.
But until now, he has never found his way home.
If something had happened to him early on, why hadn't any related events been triggered?
Song Yunuan was puzzled deep inside.
The carriage raced swiftly, and at the crossroads, Old Mrs. Song got off with Xique and Asheng.
