"You received her call two days ago? She knows we're looking for her mother?" Xu Zijin was filled with doubts.
The timing and coincidence were suspicious.
His gaze fell upon Director Zhang, who was holding a notebook, tremblingly turning to the page where he had recorded the phone number due to his old age.
Xu Zijin watched him silently.
Director Zhang adjusted his glasses and laughed while saying, "I searched around and found one of the kid's friends, and then I got the child's contact information."
"Is that so? That's quite the coincidence." Xu Zijin's mouth curled up, but in his heart, he didn't believe such a coincidence.
"Here, this is her number. As for where her mother is buried, we're not sure about that either; you'll have to ask her yourself." Director Zhang stood up and handed over the notebook.
Xu Zijin took it and saw a string of digits.
"Then thank you." Xu Zijin quietly memorized the numbers.
