At ten o'clock in the evening, the grandfather in a coma suddenly began to talk nonsense, "Zhifen... Zhifen, are you here to take me away?"
"Zhifen... I've waited for you so long, you finally came..."
"Zhifen..."
He listened in a daze, sometimes clear-headed, sometimes confused, constantly looking toward the direction of the door.
Zhifen was Grandma Su's nickname, and the three people in the room were coaxing the grandfather. They had promised not to cry, yet they couldn't help but have teary eyes.
"He's here, he's here!" An'an, who had been by the phone all along, suddenly shouted, rushing into the room quickly, "Hai Yunfeng called, big uncle has been found, found him. I told you, we could definitely find him, couldn't possibly not find him." This was the first time she conducted such a high-level calculation and analysis, and she didn't feel entirely confident.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have hovered by the phone all the time.
"How is he?" Sheng Ning asked anxiously.
