After listening to Xing Zhaozhao finish her call and confirming that she probably wouldn't leave anytime soon, Fu Hong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She got up, found a secluded corner, and secretly called Qin Shi again: "Hey? Shi? How much longer until you get there?"
Qin Shi was still on his way when he received Fu Hong's call. His heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "What? She's gone?"
"Not yet, but you'd better hurry up," Fu Hong urged.
"Okay, I have at most 20 more minutes. If she really wants to leave, try your best to stall her for time," Qin Shi said.
“Mm,” Fu Hong replied.
Qin Shi was about to hang up the phone.
"By the way, Shi, does the name Gao Mingcheng sound familiar?" Fu Hong asked.
"Gao Mingcheng?" Qin Shi repeated it twice. "That name does sound familiar. What's wrong?"
“Xing Zhaozhao’s husband has this name. It sounds familiar, but I just can’t remember who it is,” Fu Hong said.
Qin Shi frowned and said, "Don't overthink it. It's probably just that he shares the same name as some important person."
"That's true." Fu Hong realized what was happening and hung up the phone.
As Qin Shi drove, he subconsciously muttered the name "Gao Mingcheng." The more he muttered it, the more familiar it seemed. Unable to wait any longer, he searched for it on his phone.
Soon, a photo of a soldier in military uniform with a dignified expression appeared on his phone. Looking at the encyclopedia entry below, with the title "Iron-Blooded Warrior" marked in quotation marks, Qin Shi quickly realized that the name sounded familiar. It turned out to be the illustrious old general from their Lanyuan.
It must be someone with the same name. Such a person couldn't possibly have any connection with Xing Zhaozhao. They're worlds apart in age, not to mention the difference in their social status.
My finger accidentally brushed against the phone screen, and the search page on the phone swiped up a little, revealing the list of relationships below. The first one in the list was Gao Mingcheng's wife, with no photo, only a name.
Upon seeing the familiar name "Xing Zhaozhao," Qin Shi's pupils contracted, and he momentarily lost his focus. When he came to his senses, he saw a large red light at the intersection not far ahead and quickly slammed on the brakes: "Screech..."
Fu Hong called Qin Shi and returned to the shop to sit down, only then did she feel a little relieved.
The familiar music started playing again; Xing Zhaozhao was calling once more.
Fu Hong's heart, which had just settled, jumped again. Why was she calling again so soon? Had her husband arrived? It couldn't be that fast, could it?
While she was lost in thought, Xing Zhaozhao answered the phone: "Hello? Hongfei?"
Fu Hong's heart was in turmoil, and she had nowhere to put her mind at ease.
Who is this Hongfei? Strange, the name still sounds somewhat familiar.
"Mom, where are you? I'm already at Zhaohong Square," Gao Hongfei asked.
"I'm at Xunlan Tea House. Just walk straight into Zhaohong Square, and you'll be there soon," Xing Zhaozhao said.
Gao Hongfei had heard Xing Zhaozhao mention this Xunlan Teahouse before, and asked, "Is that the Xunlan Teahouse?"
Xing Zhaozhao nodded and said, "Yes, it's that Xunlan Teahouse."
Fu Hong, who was not far away, was completely confused. What did "that" mean?
While talking on the phone with Xing Zhaozhao, Gao Hongfei had already walked into Zhaohong Plaza and soon spotted the storefront of Xunlan Teahouse in the distance: "I see it..."
"Okay, hurry up and come over." Xing Zhaozhao said and hung up the phone.
When Gao Hongfei saw Xing Zhaozhao hang up the phone so quickly, his expression was a little sullen. However, when he thought that he would see her soon, his mood improved and he quickened his pace.
"Who is this Hongfei?" Old Mr. Lu asked Xing Zhaozhao curiously.
"My son." Xing Zhaozhao didn't shy away from the truth and confessed directly.
"Your son is coming too?" Mr. Lu asked in surprise.
"Mm." Xing Zhaozhao nodded.
"Is he with his father?" Mr. Lu asked.
Xing Zhaozhao frowned and quickly shook her head: "He'll do it himself." These two, father and son, are like two landmines; they'll explode if they touch.
"Aren't you going to pick him up? Does he know the way?" Mr. Lu asked worriedly.
Xing Zhaozhao gave Mr. Lu a strange look: "Why are you picking him up? He's not a child anymore, he knows the way."
Mr. Lu thought Xing Zhaozhao was saying that her child was independent and didn't need her parents to worry about her. He never expected that she meant it literally. He even advised her: "No matter how independent a child is, a child is still a child. Parents still need to worry more. Otherwise, if something happens while the child is out, it will be too late to regret it."
Xing Zhaozhao frowned, looking at Old Mr. Lu with a bewildered expression. "What are you talking about?"
Mr. Lu looked at Xing Zhaozhao, his face full of confusion. "You can't even understand this?"
Just then, Gao Hongfei pushed open the door and walked in.
Seeing that it was an elderly gentleman, no one in the shop paid any attention.
Fu Hong stood up to greet him and asked, "Hello, sir, are you alone?"
Gao Hongfei looked around and quickly spotted Xing Zhaozhao, then smiled.
"No need, I'm here to find someone." He said to Fu Hong, then walked straight towards Xing Zhaozhao and called out, "Mom..."
The teahouse fell into a deathly silence. Everyone stared, their eyes darting back and forth between Gao Hongfei and Xing Zhaozhao, before finally revealing expressions of horror.
What is that?
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