Yu Jinwen's eyes were fixed on Nan Song's face, and he felt as if the back of his hand had been electrocuted or on fire.

Anyway, at that moment, it felt very strange.

It wasn't until the other end of the phone called "Hey, hello" several times that Nan Song reminded him: "Speak."

Only then did he react.

It was Aunt Wei's voice on the phone.

Yu Jinwen called softly, "Aunt Wei, it's me."

There was a short "ah" sound in the receiver, and then the sound suddenly stopped.

After a pause of nearly ten seconds, Aunt Wei's voice suddenly became stern, "Who are you? Why do you pretend to be our young master?!"

The anger spread along the phone, and the loud voice made Yu Jinwen's ears numb, and he unconsciously took the phone further away.

Nan Song heard Aunt Wei's voice and heard her cursing on the other end of the phone, saying, "Give me the phone and I'll talk to her."

Yu Jinwen handed the phone to her hand.

Nan Song said: "Aunt Wei, it's me, Xiao Song."

As soon as she heard Nan Song's voice, Aunt Wei's shouting at the top of her voice suddenly died down and stopped.

"Xiao, Xiao Song, who was that just now?"

Aunt Wei's voice began to tremble, "Why, why does it sound so much like Brother Jin's?"

"Don't get excited yet, listen to me slowly."

Nan Song glanced at Yu Jinwen, explained the ins and outs of the matter in the simplest possible language, and affirmed: "He is by my side, and we will arrive at the old house soon."

"Well..." Aunt Wei burst into tears after hearing what Nan Song said.

Nan Song and Yu Jinwen looked at each other, feeling quite uncomfortable.

The two of them didn't know how to comfort her.

Yu Fengjiao's voice came from the receiver, "What's wrong, Amian, why are you crying?"

Somehow, when they heard Yu Fengjiao's voice, Nan Song and Yu Jinwen's hearts tightened for no reason, and their hands holding the phone trembled a little.

Aunt Wei was so excited that she didn't know what Aunt Yu must be like.

"Brother Jin is not dead, Brother Jin is back!"

Aunt Wei shouted excitedly at Yu Fengjiao, her voice trembling in the wind.

Yu Jinwen's body was also trembling slightly, and his hands were getting colder and colder. He was holding a mobile phone in one hand, and Nan Song was holding his other hand, which felt like holding an ice cube.

On the other end of the phone, it took a long time before Yu Fengjiao's voice came through.

"Is he my son?"

There is no discernible emotion or anger in the voice.

Yu Jinwen hurriedly approached, "Mom, it's me! It's your son!"

There was silence on the other end for a long time, and a voice whispered: "Speak."

It was Uncle Ding's voice.

The moment he heard his mother's voice, Yu Jinwen felt as if a handful of cement had been stuffed into his throat. He was speechless and his eye circles immediately turned red.

A gentle gasp came from the receiver, followed by Yu Fengjiao's rather calm voice, "It's true, you're still alive, right?"

"Yes, he's still alive!" Yu Jinwen's voice was low and hoarse. "The Prince of Hell said that I had not fulfilled my filial piety and refused to accept me, so he let me back again."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for three seconds, a beep, and the call was hung up.

Nan Song & Yu Jinwen: "..."
Chapter completed!