And barely two minutes after she hung up, her phone rang again.
Yige glanced at her phone, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and only then answered the call.
"Yige, at this moment, you can't ignore your father. He's nearly sixty now, not as young as he used to be. Also, his health hasn't been good these past few years, he's constantly on medication. I'm really worried about what might happen to him at the police station. Yige, just consider it as your mom begging you, find a way, please find a way, okay?" Zhou Xueran pleaded, her voice full of helplessness and timidity.
Tang Yige felt as if someone was slicing her heart with a knife, her pale fingertips gripping the edge of the railing hard, she said, "Alright, I'll think of a way."
"You, you're agreeing to save your dad?" Zhou Xueran's voice carried a tone of disbelief.
"I can't guarantee success..."
"Mom believes in you, Yige, you can definitely save your dad. Mom believes in you." Zhou Xueran said excitedly.
