Sure enough, a childish voice came from the other end of the computer, "Uncle Jordan, are you on the phone with mom?"

My heart suddenly twitched. For so long, I did not hear the voice of Blossom, I did not hold her and did not talk to her.

As soon as the wing of my nose was sore, I can't hold back my tears.

Jordan on the other end of the phone handed the phone to Blossom, and the tender, soft and waxy voice of Blossom came, "Mom? It's Blossom."

As soon as my heart smoked, I felt a little sore. I couldn't say a word for a while. My...