"Mm."
The Middle-aged Man nodded. "He kept it back then."
"But so many years have passed."
"The plush doll still hasn't been sold."
"My dad never got in touch with the girl."
"My dad will need some time to remember and look for where he wrote down the girl's contact information."
The Middle-aged Man shook his head slightly. "My dad had a cellphone back then, but he wasn't used to using it."
"Unless he had to, he generally preferred pen and paper."
That meant it was a little troublesome to retrieve the information now.
The Middle-aged Man smiled wryly.
"So, just leave your contact information this time and head back for now."
"If my dad finds the little girl's contact information, he'll call me."
"I'll get in touch with you then."
"But don't get your hopes up too much."
The Middle-aged Man wanted to make this clear from the start. "What if my dad can't find it?"
"After all, it's been such a long time..."
"Don't worry. Whether he finds it or not, I'll give you a definite answer."
The Middle-aged Man promised the two young men as they bent down to duck out of the shop.
He didn't want them waiting expectantly for his call.
"Thank you, boss."
Xiao Xiao thanked him one last time, then straightened up.
He turned around, and the bright sunlight streamed down.
Meng Jixi, who had risen right after him, instinctively squinted. "I knew it wouldn't go quite that smoothly."
He'd almost thought they'd get a perfect result today.
"Not necessarily."
Xiao Xiao smiled.
After all, only half the day had passed.
Maybe they'd get a call from the boss that afternoon.
"True."
Meng Jixi put his hands in his pockets.
He glanced back at the half-lowered rolling shutter of the