Shiyi looked at He Lang in confusion. "Dad, are you crying?"
He Lang watched him, pressing his lips together. "As long as you're found, that's all that matters."
Shiyi said, "I don't really know what happened. After school let out, Grandma was arguing with a woman. That woman said she was Xiao Yu's mom. Then I felt hands cover my mouth from behind, and after that, I don't remember anything. I woke up in some man's arms. He smelled really, really awful, so I asked him who he was. But then I somehow fell asleep again. When I woke up the next time, I was here. Uncle Gu told me I'd been kidnapped by traffickers."
Shiyi recounted it so casually, they didn't know whether to be relieved that the child seemed psychologically unharmed or to worry that the naive boy wouldn't have even known he was being sold.
Regardless, it was Gu Kai Zhi who had saved his son. He Lang stood up and bowed deeply to Gu Kai Zhi.
