My mind, which had been foggy, suddenly cleared up.

"Hello, I am your lawyer, Gu Yao."

Zhang Bo stared at the man whose features were so striking that he seemed to be of mixed European descent.

He wore a suit made of shimmering fabric that fit him perfectly, making him look like a model straight out of an international fashion week.

His aura was calm and composed, and his wise eyes were like a bottomless pool of water, without the slightest fluctuation of emotion.

He turned to look directly at Zhou Chunhua sitting opposite him, and asked in a low voice, "How did you know I was here...?"

After a pause, Zhang Bo realized that their being brought here was most likely related to Zhou Chunhua.

"It's you!" Zhang Bo slammed his hand on the table.

Zhou Chunhua nodded frankly: "It was me. If I hadn't done this, you would have fled the country. You forced me to do it."

"Zhou Chunhua!" Zhang Bo suddenly stood up, threw himself on the table, grabbed her hand and said, "Save my daughter! As long as you're willing to help me, I'll give you anything you want! Money, a house... Oh, and the documents! I'll definitely find the documents you need and get them for you!"

Please! Save Xiaonuan! She's my only daughter! Please save her!

Zhou Chunhua didn't understand, but Zhang Bo suddenly yelled at her like a madman: "Your phone! Give me your phone! I need to call her! Something happened to her, I need to call her!"

Xiao Nuan can't be hurt! My daughter can't be hurt! Give me my phone, I need to call her!

Looking at Zhang Bo in front of her, she suddenly felt as if she were seeing herself on the day Nini went missing.

This feeling is something only those who have gone through the same experience can have.

Take out your phone, unlock it, and hand it over.

Zhang Bo dialed a number with trembling hands, but the phone rang for a long time without anyone answering.

Zhang Bo's eyes reddened, and he dialed the number again, but nothing changed; the call still went unanswered and disconnected on its own.

But he didn't give up; he kept dialing again and again.

As the number of times increased, Zhang Bo's face turned as red and then purple, as if he were about to suffocate.

"What's wrong with your daughter?" She pushed Zhang Bo's hand away as he dialed the phone number again.

"She, she, I think, she might..." At this moment, Zhang Bo could hardly speak clearly.

With a thud, the phone slid off the table. Zhang Bo's ten fingers began to spasm and twitch.

Zhang Bo's gaze was full of pleading.

Zhou Chunhua picked up the phone knowingly, only to notice that the number was an overseas number.

"Call the police! Tell me the emergency number for your daughter's area!"

If no one answers after so many calls, then this phone number has lost its meaning.

The only thing she could think of was to seek help from the local police.

Zhang Bo's mouth moved, but no sound came out.

She knew that Zhang Bo's loss of voice was caused by nervousness.

She took out paper and a pen and handed them to her, saying, "Calm down! If you keep getting so tense, you'll faint soon. Then you won't be able to help your daughter at all."

Because she had experienced it herself, she understood Zhang Bo's symptoms at that time.

Zhang Bo nodded, closed his eyes and began to take deep breaths. Soon, his ten fingers slowly relaxed, and his joints began to move again.

He took the paper, wrote a string of words so illegible they were almost unrecognizable, and handed it back to her.

I don't know how to call the police! I only know her address.

At the very bottom, there was an address.

“I’ll handle this. Foreign police usually don’t get involved in these kinds of things.” Gu Yao took her phone and the paper and left the interrogation room.

Zhang Bo stared at the door without blinking.

Ten or twenty minutes later, Gu Yao returned.

"How is it? Have you found her?" Zhang Bo's voice trembled with anxiety.

"Zhang Xiaonuan, right? When we found her, there was a little girl in the house named Zhang Lulu."

"Yes, yes, yes! How is she?"

"Both of them have been taken to the hospital and are currently undergoing emergency treatment."

With a thud, Zhang Bo slumped back into his chair.

Zhou Chunhua's eyes were filled with surprise and disbelief.

She knew Gu Yao was very capable. Ever since Gu Yao stepped in to help her pay off those messy loans, the fear and awe those people showed towards him was enough to prove that.

But she didn't expect that Gu Yao could find a complete stranger across borders in such a short time, using only an address and a phone number.

In her mind, this was no different from finding a needle in a haystack.

This moment once again refreshed my understanding of Gu Yao.

Gu Yao is like a very, very thick book, so thick that you can't even guess what the last page number is...

When she turned to look at Zhang Bo, she felt a pang of bitterness, envy, and even jealousy.

If only she had met Gu Yao sooner.

Gu Yao sat down opposite Zhang Bo.

She sat down next to Gu Yao as well.

"Now, it's your turn to keep your promise."

As soon as Gu Yao finished speaking, Zhang Bo sat up straight, panting heavily.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Bo's first words were: "How can you prove that my daughter is in the hospital, and that you're not just making this up?"

Gu Yao placed the phone in front of Zhang Bo with a blank expression.

The moment Zhang Bo looked down at his phone, his pupils contracted sharply.

In an instant, the grown man burst into tears.

Zhou Chunhua peeked at her phone screen and saw a photo on it.

In the photo, doctors and nurses are rushing to push an emergency stretcher, on which lies a pale, emaciated, and unconscious woman.

It seems that she is Zhang Bo's daughter, Zhang Xiaonuan.

“Xiao Nuan…it’s all Dad’s fault! Dad is so sorry!” Zhang Bo cried, tears streaming down his face.

As a parent herself, she could understand Zhang Bo's feelings at that moment.

So she waited quietly until Zhang Bo calmed down.

"Thank you! Thank you all!"

"If you're going to express your gratitude, please show some sincerity." Gu Yao handed the notebook he had been holding to Zhang Bo.

Zhang Bo glanced at Gu Yao, took the pen, and quickly began writing on the paper.

This wait lasted for more than half an hour.

Finally, nearly forty minutes later, Zhang Bo closed his notebook, clipped his pen to his pocket, and looked up with a calm expression.

The previous wariness had vanished from their eyes.

"Xiao Zhou, thank you. And thank you so much, my lawyer friend. I will take responsibility for my mistakes this time."

I know I may never see my daughter again for the rest of my life. So, I'm asking you one last time to deliver that letter to my daughter.

Gu Yao nodded, put the notebook back in his briefcase, and got up to leave.

Just as Zhou Chunhua was about to get up and follow, Zhang Bo called her back.

“Xiao Zhou, you’re right, people who do bad things really will be punished…”