After washing up that night, I had just lain down when I received a call.
The call came as a pleasant surprise—it was from my father.
I had been out of contact with him for a long time. I had even specifically asked Xie Yi and the others to help me find him. The last time we had separated was when Little Jacob appeared in Great Xia. Little Jacob had come for him then, after all, because he had taken something from the Holy See.
"Dad, where have you been all this time? I haven't been able to reach you."
I was genuinely excited. Even though I knew he was only my father in this life, he was the only father I had in my heart.
"Hehe, I went to take care of something. See? The moment I got back, I called you. By the way, can you come back to Qiao City?" he asked over the phone.
Without even thinking, I said, "Okay."
I had always wanted to go back. It was where I had grown up, a place that carried my childhood memories.
"By the way, I heard you have another younger brother with you?" My father's voice grew excited as well. Only then did I realize that he and my mother had never truly met Jiang Xiaohui. They must have heard about his resurrection, and he probably wanted to see Jiang Xiaohui even more this time.
To parents, their children were always the most important people in their hearts. Especially since they must have been filled with guilt toward Jiang Xiaohui.
"I'll bring him with me," I said.
Dad actually let out a knowing laugh when he heard that. "Good, good. We'll wait for you to come home in Qiao City."
After hanging up, all my drowsiness