Gu Beihuai's plea for help made Tang Chuxia utter a sound of acknowledgment. Instead of doing anything to the girl, she turned to the people around and asked, "Does anyone know her?"
Someone indeed knew the girl's name.
"Is she mute?"
This was a point of curiosity for Tang Chuxia since, ever since the girl had regained consciousness, she clung to Gu Beihuai's clothes and barely said anything.
The person shook their head.
"She can speak!"
Tang Chuxia raised an eyebrow and looked at the girl.
Gu Beihuai was on the verge of madness.
Under normal circumstances, he certainly wouldn't have shown any patience, but now that the girl had just experienced a flood disaster and nearly lost her life, she was clinging to his clothes as if she had developed a baby bird syndrome.
What could he do?
Gu Beihuai looked at Tang Chuxia with pleading eyes, hoping she could see how pitiful he was and help him out.
Tang Chuxia approached the girl, "Can you tell me why you recognize only him?"
