"Why hadn't you thought of it?" Uncle Baoshan, rarely speaking of past events, sighed with emotion, "We've already gotten in touch with the Bao Family from Nanyang years ago."
"That's the only branch left on the mainland..." At this point, Uncle Baoshan seemed to find the topic quite sensitive, so he stopped speaking.
Xia Chuyi understood his hesitation; a few years ago, China and the United States were still in the two major camps of the Cold War, without any diplomatic relations, communicating was as hard as reaching the sky.
Even if there was contact, for those who stayed in the country.
Just as Xia Chuyi was about to add, "Over the years, domestic reforms have allowed communication between the two sides," Uncle Baoshan continued, "Fortunately, that branch managed to get in touch in the past days!"
"Heaven truly blessed us!" Uncle Baoshan exclaimed with profound emotion.
"What?" Xia Chuyi was instantly shocked and asked, "You've already gotten in touch?"
