The little girl's voice was sweet and crisp, even though it was over the phone and he couldn't see her, it still made the listener's heart soften, and the stiff corners of his mouth unconsciously lifted.
That voice stirred something indescribable in Anthony Davis's heart, as if the young lady who brought laughter to their whole family years ago suddenly appeared before him, more vivid than ever.
Anthony Davis silently called out a name in his heart—Aya!
He wondered if all little girls' voices sounded similar, but he always felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy from Dylan Young's daughter on the phone, a strange urge to draw near her.
He didn't speak, always wanting to hear the little girl's voice again.
He heard Dylan Young change his usual distant and cold voice in front of him, gently saying to the little girl, "Baby, Dad's going to have a phone call with this uncle, I'll answer your question later, okay?"
