Su Lihua hung up the phone directly and headed upstairs.
"Uncle."
He stopped and turned around.
It was that child.
"Thank you." The child's mature and sensible demeanor belied his age, "Thank you for saving me."
Those eyes, they looked familiar.
Su Lihua asked, "What's your name?"
The child shook his head and turned to run away.
Su Lihua stood still; he'd never felt this way before, a sour swelling in his chest.
Outpatient hall.
Chen Xiangtai was calling out, "Guyu."
"Guyu."
Su Guyu looked back at the stairwell several times before returning to Chen Xiangtai's side, "The police officer said the uncle who saved us is surnamed Su." He looked up, only seven years old, his yet-unworldly eyes already filled with worry and sorrow, "Aunt Xiangtai, I think I know who he is."
Lin Dongshan never mentioned it, and Chen Xiangtai only knew Guyu's father's surname was Su.
"It seems Aunt Xiangtai knows too."
