"Ningning, I am your father." A familiar voice pierced through her eardrums, and Wei Anning suddenly burst into tears. Clutching the phone tightly, she choked and said, "Father, I miss you so much. Where have you and mother gone?"
The man's voice was slightly hesitant, carrying a sense of frailty and aged weariness. "It's a long story, Ningning. Are you doing well now? I heard from Young Master Gong that you're in Beicheng these days."
"Mm." She nodded vigorously, "Yes, I'm in Beicheng. I'm doing well, just worried about you and Mom. I went to the United Kingdom to look for you, but the house had already become someone else's home."
"It's alright, we're fine, we're doing well. Don't cry, Ningning—you've always been the strongest." The man's heart felt as though it were being sliced apart upon hearing his daughter's sobs.
