Mu Qingli nodded, "Yeah, I will."
It was only then that Tang Jianguo realized there was a third person in the room. His face still bore tear stains, and he looked towards Feng Youqing, "Who is this?"
Feng Youqing's voice was hoarse as she spoke, "This is Miss Mu. It was she who brought Lingling back to see us."
"Miss Mu?" Tang Jianguo looked up at Mu Qingli and asked in a similarly hoarse voice, "May I ask if we can see Lingling again?"
The time they had spent together was too brief; Yang Jianguo hadn't even had the chance to reflect before Tang Ling had already disappeared. He wanted to see his daughter once more.
In the past, Tang Jianguo was a materialist; he never believed in ghosts and gods. But now, he was utterly convinced of their existence.