C440 Listening to the Old Ancestor

Qin Dongfang and Chen Cong had just emerged from the basement when Lin Xiaoyue's call came through. The basement had been a dead zone for cell reception.

Chen Cong pulled out his phone, checking a new message that had come in. "Brother Cong," it read—just four words, yet they conveyed deep worry and care.

He responded swiftly with, "Xin'er," a mere two words that nonetheless spoke volumes