The joy Su Li felt when Little Tang Mo spoke again was as immense as when she had rescued him from the human traffickers.
How could she not be overjoyed? How could she not cry?
The agonizing torment of the past few weeks, the shadow cast by Little Tang Mo's muteness, vanished in an instant.
Su Li and Little Tang Mo's cries were a mixture of joy, relief, and pain.
The kind man who had chased after the car ran back, panting, to the sound of their crying.
"I couldn't catch them. The car was going too fast and disappeared in a flash."
Seeing Su Li and Little Tang Mo clinging to each other and sobbing, he was baffled. "What's going on?"
The owner of the repair shop, who was standing nearby, explained.
"The boy was ill and couldn't speak before. But today, he saw his mother in danger and suddenly started talking. They're just overcome with joy."
The onlookers had mixed expressions, but they were happy for them too.
