If Qiao An had previously suspected that the "Ann" on the phone might be her auditory hallucination, then now she was almost certain that it was not.

The call that was disconnected before he could say anything more must have been made by him somewhere here, but the call was disconnected because the signal was unstable.

"Mo Kai, it must be him."

Tears burst into Qiao An's eyes, and the old man was so frightened that he dropped his pipe, "Girl, what's wrong with you?"

"Uncle, thank you, thank you."

Qiao An burst into tears, but this time she cried with joy.

Even though she hadn't seen Mo Kai yet, the thought that he was still alive and safe somewhere in this small fishing village made her extremely excited.

Qiao An caressed her belly gently, tears falling heavily, but she smiled again, "Baby, daddy didn't abandon us."

The old man was stunned by Qiao An's ups and downs of emotions, "Girl, are you okay?"

Qiao An wiped away her tears, tried to calm down and said, "Uncle, do you know if any outsiders have been to the village recently?"

"outsider?"

"Just like me, someone from a foreign country." Qiao An said as he took out his mobile phone, opened the photo album and clicked on Mo Kai's photo, "Have you ever seen this person?"

The uncle looked at it for a moment, then shook his head, "I haven't seen it before."

Qiao An's heart tightened.

"Girl, are you here to see him?"

Qiao An nodded, "He is my husband. He had an accident half a month ago and his whereabouts are unknown."

When the uncle heard this, his tone was not as cold as at the beginning. Instead, he took the initiative to comfort him, "If your husband is really in our fishing village, he will definitely be found. After all, it is such a big place. You go back to rest first, and I will take you there when it gets up tomorrow."

Go find it."

When she met local enthusiastic people when she was out, Qiao An felt indescribably grateful, and she nodded and returned to her room.

It's just that this night, Qiao An couldn't sleep anymore, so she finally leaned on the bed by the window, half-reclining until dawn.

Early in the morning, the uncle fulfilled his promise last night and waited outside the small hotel with his pipe.

He was a man in his seventies, agile and energetic, and quite familiar with this area. He took Qiao An to most of the village in the morning.

The sun is poisonous in summer and the sea breeze is hot on your body.

Qiao An couldn't help but feel guilty when she looked at the old man who had been walking with her and never even had a drink of water.

She looked around and said, "Uncle, there is a canteen over there. Let's go there to rest for a while."

The canteen is a palm-sized facade, with a middle-aged woman looking left and right at the door.

When the uncle saw that person, he stretched out his hand and shouted, "Er Ya Ma!"

The middle-aged woman turned her head with an exaggerated expression on her face, "Oh, isn't this Uncle Geng? Why do you have time to come to my store today?"

The words were addressed to Uncle Geng, but his eyes kept glancing at Qiao An as though he was not there.

How could Qiao An not feel and recognize this look? It was the kind of warm and friendly appearance, but in reality it was shrewd and worldly that could be seen through at a glance.

Very similar to Wu Yue.

Uncle Geng spoke directly, "Er Ya Ma, you are our village's know-it-all. Let me ask you about someone."

Erya's mother put her hands on her hips, "Who is it?"


Chapter completed!