"I'm Zhao Yushan, Zhao Qiliang's dad. Hold on a second, I'll go call my daughter‑in‑law…"
Before Zhao Yushan could hang up, Yun Doudou blurted out anxiously, "Uncle Zhao, please don't hang up yet. Asking you is the same, I just want to know if Zhao Qiliang has called home."
"He did, he called in the late afternoon."
Yun Doudou's heart instantly sank. Since Zhao Qiliang had already called in the late afternoon, and now it was almost midnight, yet Zhou Hanliang still hadn't called…
"You're Doudou, right?" Not hearing any response, after a brief hesitation, Zhao Yushan asked.
"Uncle Zhao, it's me." Forcing herself to pull it together, Yun Doudou replied, "Zhou Hanliang still hasn't called home, everyone at home is really worried, so I thought I'd check with Xiaoqiong's side. Thank you, Uncle Zhao."
"You really called at just the right time. I'm here to call Chuxia's husband's family. She called home in the late afternoon, only talked for two or three minutes before hanging up.
