Yi Xinyi couldn't help but start crying again.
"Don't cry! What a crime, your mother divorced your father, leaving you kids to suffer," the elderly man couldn't help but add a few more words.
"Is this your number, so we can reach you? I'll have your second uncle call you back using this number later."
"Yeah! Thank you, Grandpa!" Yi Xinyi said gratefully.
About ten minutes later, the house phone rang. Yi Xinyi, who had been anxiously waiting by it, picked up the receiver excitedly yet apprehensively.
"Hello! Is this my second uncle?"
"Are you Xinyi? Are you really Xinyi? Where are you now? Are you doing well?" As soon as the call connected, an eager and concerned voice came through.
"Second Uncle! I'm in Shenzhen. I'm living well now. My father is always with me, and he loves me very much. He has always been good to me," Yi Xinyi replied.
"That's good! Is your father doing well? Did he find a new mom for you?" asked her second uncle, Zhang Zhijun.
