The clouds spread like ink, revealing a Great Moon as white as snow.
In Hongfu Garden, all was still, the dim streetlights crackled ominously.
Zhang Fan's expression was complex as he answered the long-awaited call.
"Hello..."
A familiar yet long-lost voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Dad..." Zhang Fan took a deep breath.
He had waited for so long, hoped for so long, filled with questions he wanted to ask Zhang Lingzong in person, yet suddenly receiving Zhang Lingzong's call, he found himself at a loss for words.
"Hmm!"
Zhang Lingzong hummed lightly, as silent and reticent as ever, not wasting a single word.
Crackle... crackle...
At that moment, the phone emitted a burst of electromagnetic interference, crackling intermittently like a kite string trembling in the wind.
"Dad, where are you?"
"Ailao Mountain." Zhang Lingzong said in a deep voice.
"Ailao Mountain!?" Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, his face growing serious.
