Pu Sangzhi had been worried about her dad for more than half a day already.
Since earlier this year, when her dad had messaged them, mother and daughter, asking to borrow ten thousand, he had vanished without a trace, as if evaporated.
She and her mother had almost thought her father was already dead, likely unknown, perhaps in some foreign land with no one to claim his body.
But even with such terrifying conjectures, the mother and daughter never stopped searching for her father.
Pu Sangzhi still kept sending QQ messages to her father.
She had sent messages before the incident, and she had sent them after.
Watching the messages disappear into the sea one by one, the slight hope in her heart had long since turned to disappointment…
But unexpectedly, just when she was most despondent, she actually received a reply from her father!
Tonight, it truly was a fortunate evening.
