Jiang Qiao calmly looked at Song Shutian and said, "You should say that you need me, so you want to teach me this? Let me tell you, don't forget, I'm just a marginal person who uses your credentials."

Song Shutian ruffled Jiang Qiao's hair. "You silly girl, you still hold a grudge? We didn't pay you a salary because we didn't want to put pressure on you. How could you think that we people are so easy to deal with?"

However, learning this skill is a kind of trade. Who knows, one day you might need it and be unable to contact me. Only through this can you easily find me, right? Phones aren't available everywhere.

Jiang Qiao nodded reluctantly, but she was secretly delighted. This guy was quite understanding; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to tell her where this thing came from.

"Okay, but you don't intend to teach me here, do you?"

Song Shutian smiled and said, "Let's learn the theory first. Tonight, you can come to my dormitory and we'll practice."

Just as they were talking and learning, the little boy suddenly woke up. When he saw what was on the kang (a heated brick bed), he screamed in fright, even waking up the mother and her two children who were taking a nap next door.

Wen Songtao rushed in and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Shutian quickly put the things away. "It's alright, it's alright. The child woke up, probably scared because he saw a stranger. Uncle, it's okay. I'll talk to the child and maybe I can find out something."

Jiang Qiao was responsible for calming the child down. "Tell me, did you see this thing and that's why someone poisoned you and made you mute?"

Seeing the child trembling all over, Jiang Qiao and Song Shutian understood everything.

"Jiang Qiao, this matter is probably much more serious than you and I imagine. I think this child might know enemy agents."

Jiang Qiao hugged the boy and patted him while comforting him, saying, "Don't be afraid, we are all good people. This is a People's Liberation Army uncle. Look, isn't he wearing a military uniform? He even has a five-pointed star on his head. Besides, we are living in a military family compound now. Even if he were a bad guy, would he dare to impersonate someone so blatantly?"

I know this person; he's a friend of mine, so don't be afraid. He's here to protect us. This uncle specializes in catching bad guys.

Song Shutian gave a wry smile, but his eyes held a hint of inquiry. To frighten a child like this, one could only imagine how cruel the person who had harmed the child was, leaving a deep psychological scar.

He felt that his appearance wasn't enough to frighten the child, so the real reason was the person behind the child.

Jiang Qiao pointed at Song Shutian and said, "He's a good guy who catches bad guys. If you have any grievances, you can talk to this uncle. Once you're better, I'll teach you pinyin. Even if you can't write, we can still write it."

After Jiang Qiao's words of comfort, the little boy calmed down a lot. He looked at Song Shutian with a hint of observation in his eyes. Seeing that the other man's eyes seemed to have no malice towards him, he finally felt at ease.

Wen Songtao sighed, "Child, come sit outside with Grandpa and let's cool off."

The little guy nodded readily, and the old man took the child out. Song Shutian was even more confused now. This child looked somewhat familiar to him, but this was the first time he had seen the little guy. Why did he have this feeling?

He was momentarily stunned, and Jiang Qiao immediately noticed. "What's wrong? Did you realize who this child looks like? Your colleague or your boss?"

Song Shutian paused thoughtfully for a moment, then quickly said, "Jiang Qiao, wait at home, I'll make the call right now."

Jiang Qiao smiled and said, "Why make a phone call? You already have the tools ready."

"No, this is hard to explain. I'll call and verify it now. We can talk about it when I get back."

Song Shutian rushed out in a hurry, while Wen Songtao, holding the child, looked completely bewildered.

"What's wrong now? Is something urgent?"

Jiang Qiao gave a wry smile and shook her head. "Who knows? Maybe he's remembered something. We'll understand when he gets back."

Looking at the child lying in his grandfather's arms, Jiang Qiao walked over, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and went back into the house to get paper and pen.

"Little friend, shall I teach you the pinyin of Chinese characters? Learn as much as you can. When we can't speak anymore, we'll write characters, okay?"

The little one looked at Jiang Qiao with bright eyes, pursed his lips and nodded. Jiang Qiao touched the child's forehead, which was still a little warm.

"How about we take some fever-reducing medicine? Once you're better, I'll find a way to heal your throat, and then you can say whatever you want."

It's probably Jiang Qiao and the others' kindness that touched the little guy, and taking the medicine again wasn't so difficult for him.

Jiang Qiao held the child, teaching him while having him write, while the old man fed the two children melons from time to time.

By the time Song Shutian rushed back, the little boy had basically learned all of the Chinese pinyin.

I just haven't learned how to spell it yet.

"Jiang Qiao, Jiang Qiao, good news—"

Jiang Qiao and the little boy looked up for a moment, then lowered their heads again to continue writing. "What good news? Tell us quickly, we're busy."

Song Shutian sat down opposite Jiang Qiao, looking at the child in front of him with some excitement.

“I was wondering why this kid looked familiar. Our department head’s grandson went missing back then.”

Jiang Qiao suddenly raised her head, abandoning her previous composure and calmness, and eagerly asked, "Really? Are you sure?" She couldn't hide the excitement in her heart.

Song Shutian was so focused on observing the little boy that he didn't notice Jiang Qiao's emotional changes.

“I asked around, and our director’s family is already on their way here. He has a grandson who has been missing for several years, eight years now. He was stolen when he was just born. I wasn’t working for him at the time, so I didn’t know about it. That’s why I thought the child looked familiar.”

"Your department head? What's his name? How old is he?"

"Jiang Jinyu, how old are you? I don't really know the exact age. What's wrong? Do you know him?"

Jiang Qiao felt a bit conflicted. Her second brother didn't have this name. Could it be that he changed his name?

He said calmly, "Where would I find out about him? But I'd like to see what kind of people could lose their child. How careless must these parents be?"

The little boy in Jiang Qiao's arms stopped writing and stared blankly at Song Shutian. He had heard everything the other man said. What did he say? That he was someone else's child? How could that be?

Seeing the little guy's blank stare, Song Shutian sighed, "Little friend, what I just said is true. It's not that your parents deliberately lost you. It's because when your mother took you to the hospital for a shot, a bad guy took advantage of the situation and kidnapped you."

You have no idea how much your mother has suffered because of this. She's lived with guilt all these years. Your father and grandfather, whenever they can, will search everywhere for you. Really, I'm not lying to you; this is what your grandfather told you, his own grandfather.