Sun Aiguo's words left Zhang Hui and the others stunned.
More than two years without coming back, how is that different from being missing?
"During these two years, how did your son Sun Baojun keep in touch with the family?"
"All through WeChat, he typed and talked to me."
Sun Aiguo sighed, "I don't know what happened to this kid over the past two years. He only talks to me once or twice a month, and he's always saying he's busy, never answers the phone."
"Actually, it's kind of okay like this. In the past, when Baojun went out to work, he didn't earn much in a year. But in these two years, it's gotten better. He sends money home every month. I figured it's good for him to work outside for a couple of years, save up a little bride price to get married later."
"Can I see the phone you use to chat?"
Sun Aiguo took out a silver-gray off-brand smartphone from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Hui.
"Is something wrong with my son...?"
