Fu Zhiyue was busy appeasing the little woman who continued to cry in her arms. The phone rang at this time and impatiently pulled out her cell phone in her trousers pocket. When she looked at the telegraph, her eyebrows were wrinkled.

"Hey, Ziheng, OK, we'll be back soon."

There was a brief conversation on the phone. Fu Zhimei hung up his cell phone.

I heard something wrong with Fu Zhimei's tone. I rubbed in his arms and looked up at him.'What's wrong? Ziheng is calling you?

Fu Zhimei wiped the little woman's tears with a rare seriousness.

"Star, we have to go back to Lujia right away. Something's wrong."...