Xia Wan walked quickly to the counter, a polite smile on her face, but there was a hint of anxiety in that smile, and her eyes revealed her eagerness to resolve the issue as soon as possible: "Sister Zhao, could you please do me a favor and make a long-distance call? It's really urgent, I need to talk to my godmother right away."
Her voice carried a hint of urgency, and her fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the counter, revealing her inner unease.
Sister Zhao looked up, saw that it was Xia Wan, and replied with a smile, "Oh, it's Wanwan, okay, you name the code."
Sister Zhao was quick and efficient. As she spoke, she rapidly operated the telephone exchange, her fingers dancing across the keys with the skill of a master musician, each movement fluid and precise.
Not long after, a crisp ringtone rang, and the call was successfully connected. She carefully handed the receiver to Xia Wan and gently instructed, "Here, take it. The call has gone through. Don't panic, just speak slowly. You can communicate with the other party about anything."
At this moment, Sister Zhao's gaze remained fixed on Xia Wan, her eyes revealing deep concern. She was keenly aware of Xia Wan's anxiety and unease, and hoped that her caring words would calm Xia Wan down a little.
Xia Wan's hands trembled slightly as she took the receiver, then she took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Just then, a familiar and warm voice came from the other end of the line: "Hello?"
Hearing that voice, Xia Wan felt a warmth in her heart. She responded softly, her voice unconsciously carrying a touch of intimacy: "Godmother, it's me, your goddaughter Wanwan."
Immediately afterward, her godmother Sun Hui's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Oh, it's Wanwan! Why did you call your godmother so suddenly today? How have you been lately? And how's your father's injured leg recovering? Is it any better?"
Sun Hui's words were like a roaring fire in winter, radiating endless care and warmth, as if they could be transmitted through the telephone line to Xia Wan, enveloping her tightly.
The godmother always remembered this goddaughter, knowing that she had a hard life and had experienced many hardships since childhood. She finally found her biological father, but he was disabled.
Fortunately, the family treated Wanwan well, which made her feel a little more at ease.
In her godmother's heart, Xia Wan was like her own daughter. From the first time she met Xia Wan, she kept her joys and sorrows in her heart, always thinking about her life and caring about every little change in her. Whether it was the trivial matters in life or the troubles at work, her godmother hoped to help Xia Wan solve her problems and become her strongest support.
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