When Tang Yige saw the few Chinese characters flickering on the phone screen, her eyes immediately tightened.
Tang Yige gripped the phone tightly, trying hard to calm her mind, but her hand holding the phone was still trembling slightly.
As the call was about to automatically disconnect, Tang Yige took a sudden breath and answered the phone.
Both sides remained silent for a long while after the connection.
"It's me, Dad," Tang Yuwen began.
"...Hmm." Even with just this one word, it was clear to hear the hoarseness in Tang Yige's voice.
"Let's meet," Tang Yuwen said.
Tang Yige dryly swallowed her throat, "Is there something?"
Tang Yuwen was silent for a long moment and said, "Does a father need a reason to see his daughter?"
"..." But didn't you kick her out of the house five years ago?
Tang Yige's eyes were dry and red, a bitter smile tugging at her lips.
This sentence climbed to her throat but was forcibly swallowed back down.
She said, "Where should we meet?"
