Zhang Xiao poured a glass of water for her father and handed it over, "Dad, is there still no news about the girl who helped us that day?"
Zhang Jianjun replied, "No, I asked the people from Chaoyang Commune, and they all said they hadn't seen the girl. Could it be she's not from around here?"
Zhang Xiao thought for a moment and said, "That's possible. She spoke to me in standard Mandarin that day. It's possible she's not from here.
Oh, it's all my fault. I didn't even ask her name.
I haven't thanked her properly yet, and I even let her pay for the phone call. I really feel bad about it."
Zhang Jianjun saw that his daughter was a bit unhappy, "Maybe we'll run into her again someday, and then we'll thank her properly."
Zhang Xiao nodded, sighed, and said, "That's the only thing we can do now."
Just then, someone knocked on the front door. Zhang Xiao looked at her father, who shook his head.