Tom stared at the disconnected call, sighing deeply. His daughter had been missing for five years, and she had changed completely, no longer returning home.
Just as he was thinking, Tom's father came back holding Xingxing.
"Xingxing has fallen asleep. Lift up the quilt on the bed, so I can put her down to sleep," Tom's father whispered urgently, afraid of waking the child.
Tom's mother hurried to the room to lift the quilt and placed Xingxing on the bed. Then, they both tiptoed out of the room.
"Xiaoling just called home."
Tom's mother shared the news of Tang Ling's call, and Tom's father's eyes lit up, "What did Xiaoling say? Where is she, and why isn't she coming back?"
