Cai Wenji grew desperate. "So, is there really no way?"
Cai Wenji knew the old saying, "One wishes to provide for their parents, but they are no longer there," and he dreaded facing that reality.
Cai Xing shook his head and avoided a direct answer, trying to change the subject. He waved his phone and said, "You heard the call from Wang Jian just now. Any thoughts?"
Cai Wenji opened his mouth to say something harsh but restrained himself. "This is hardly the time. Why are you even worried about him?"
The moment he said it, however, Cai Wenji realized something. The name Wang Jian was deeply ingrained in his mind. He had once suspected Wang Jian might be his brother, but now it seemed another of his early theories had come true.
"Dad, be honest with me," Cai Wenji asked immediately. "Did something happen to you on the mountain that day? Was it Wang Jian who saved you?"
