"Qin Ling, are you busy right now? I need to talk to you about something..." Tang Mo made a video call to Qin Ling.
From the looks of it, Lin Yu needed to see his people, dead or alive, but letting him dig through the rubble with his bare hands alone wasn't a solution.
Although, from what Tang Mo could see, even if they turned this whole place upside down, it was unlikely they'd find anyone still breathing.
But this time, Tang Mo wanted to help them.
After spending so much time with him, she realized Lin Yu was nothing like the cold-blooded person she'd heard about in her past life.
She kept wondering what kind of tragedy could have transformed such a kind and warm young man into that person.
Now, seeing the unapproachable iciness surrounding Lin Yu and the profound grief twisting his face, she thought she understood.
Perhaps this incident was the turning point of this young man's life.
Lin Yu had helped her a great deal since she arrived here.
