[Song Lin: Hello, is this Xiaocao?]
As soon as the call connected, Song Lin's voice came through the phone's receiver.
[Fang Xiaocao: Brother Song, I found Shi Guang's corpse. It's in Villa No. 11.]
Fang Xiaocao didn't waste time on small talk and went straight to the point.
[Song Lin: What?!]
Due to the excitement, Song Lin's voice rose sharply, even breaking somewhat.
[Song Lin: You really found Shi Guang?]
[Song Lin: That's amazing. He can finally go home.]
[Song Lin: I thought we'd never find Shi Guang again.]
At this point, Song Lin's voice was already trembling slightly with emotion.
A man of such iron resolve losing his composure in front of a young woman shows just how overwhelmed he was internally.
Was it the sorrow of a brother's passing?
Or the relief of being able to bring the brother's remains home?
Fang Xiaocao thought, perhaps both.
But now wasn't the time for Song Lin to vent his emotions.
There were more pressing matters waiting for Song Lin to handle.
