Shanghai, inside a certain compound.
A woman in her forties was pacing back and forth anxiously in the room, her lips tightly clenched, tears welling in her eyes.
"That child, I warned him about the dangers back then, told him not to go, but he just wouldn't listen."
"If something truly happens, how am I supposed to live?!"
On the sofa, Ji Hongwei's face was tense. Having worn the uniform for many years, he had long developed a calm demeanor, even if something happened to his own son, he remained composed.
"What's the use of crying here? Do you think crying will bring him back?"
"People have already been sent to search in the Oil Country, just wait for the news peacefully."
Ji's mother wiped her tears, standing there in a daze.
She knew panicking wouldn't help at this point, but thinking about the situation her son could be facing made her heart feel like it was gripped by an invisible hand.
"Ring ring ring~" The phone rang.
