Xiao Yu glanced at her and shook his head regretfully.
He looked at the tightly shut door before him.
He sighed.
He had thought the reunion would go smoothly, as a matter of course, just like before.
So he had not made any extra preparations.
Instead, some know-it-all had interfered and flatly denied it.
"Master Xiao, could it be that they... don't really want to find their daughter?"
"Otherwise, why wouldn't they leave their contact information or do a paternity test or something?"
"There are so many ways to prove it, yet they just shut the door so firmly?"
Xiao Yu did not answer.
Because there was nothing wrong with what Jiang Meng had said.
The family surely did hope for a reunion to some extent.
But just how strong that desire was remained a very big question.
If they truly longed to find their daughter, even if they did not believe her, they should have tried to verify it, just in case.
Rather than dismissing it outright and denying it to the end.
If they would not trust or accept an opportunity delivered to their doorstep, how could anyone expect them to go to enormous lengths, searching the whole world for a needle in a haystack?
Look at it from another angle.
Suppose a deeply devoted couple were separated when the woman disappeared for eighteen years, and the man remained unmarried for those eighteen years, exhausting himself every day searching for her.
One day, the woman returned.
Would the man react with wild joy and try to verify her identity?
Or deny it to the end?
Wasn't the answer obvious?
They stood outside apartment 502 and waited another few minutes.
The family still did not open the door.
Jiang Meng felt a wrenching pain in her heart.
"Master Xiao,