"Hello, good day..." Gu Xiaoer suppressed the unease in her heart and answered the call with politeness. She always treated strangers with a consistent courtesy and detachment.
"Xiao Er, it's me." The other side fell silent for a moment before speaking the first sentence.
After so many years of no contact, Gu Xiaoer instantly recognized the voice—it was her father, Gu Zhengjin.
Gu Xiaoer couldn't help but curl her lips in desolation. When had he ever taken the initiative to call her? Now, when Lin Kexin was in trouble, he remembered her existence.
She glanced at Ai Le and nodded apologetically, then ran to the corridor alone to make the call.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Gu?" In the absence of others, her tone suddenly grew cold; the word 'Dad' she couldn't bring herself to utter.
Gu Zhengjin pondered before getting straight to the point, "Come home today, I have something to tell you."