The moment I said that, Xiao Hong finally couldn't hold it together anymore.
In a slightly trembling voice, she asked me:
"Y-you... you really are a Taoist priest?"
"Genuine as they come!"
I answered calmly.
Old Wang chimed in as well:
"Of course it's true. Xiao Jiang is very capable.
Whatever it is, just tell Xiao Jiang. He'll definitely be able to help you."
At that, Xiao Hong's eyes instantly reddened, and she burst into tears on the spot.
"Wuwuwu..."
"Xiao Hong, don't cry! Whatever it is, just tell us. We can work it out."
Old Wang tried to comfort her.
After all, Xiao Hong was one of the core staff at their factory.
I stood beside them without saying a word, simply watching her.
After sobbing for a while, Xiao Hong looked at Old Wang and me through a face full of tears.
"M-my mom... my mom came to find me..."
"Your mom came to see you? Th-that's a good thing, isn't it?"
Old Wang looked somewhat confused.
"B-but... but my mom died three years ago. Yet she... she came to find me. Wuwuwu..."
Old Wang was startled.
"Th-then wouldn't that mean... wouldn't that mean..."
Before he could finish, I raised a hand to stop him.
Seeing that, Old Wang hurriedly shut his mouth.
When a deceased relative came knocking, and specifically sought out their own child, there had to be a reason behind it.
Xiao Hong seemed to have found an outlet for her pent-up emotions, and her feelings surged violently.
After all, only people in our line of work, or those who had experienced something like this, could truly understand it.
Who would believe her if she told an outsider?
"Miss Hong, come sit over here first and have some water. Take your time."
I continued, intending