"But where did Dad go?"
The conversation continued, with a somewhat childish response added in.
The figure of Su Gao in front still didn't move, and Fu Qian believed she was also listening.
"He went to the church and will be back when it gets light."
The initial voice answered naturally.
"But when exactly will it get light?"
The child didn't sound very pleased.
"Very soon, as long as you quietly sleep for a while, it will be light... But the other kids definitely can't hold out as long as you, so by then, you'll definitely get the prize...
"Mom will sing you a song..."
The brief but evocative conversation quickly ended, followed by the same melody that had always been humming, along with gentle patting.
"We've arrived at the end."
After briefly listening, Su Gao reported the current situation as well.
"I could tell."
For Fu Qian, there was no need to look, just listening to the sound, he knew there was a dead end ahead.
