Tang Yuyan was startled for a moment.
In her mind, she thought of that dream, the little girl who kept calling for her mom.
"I often have a dream where there's a girl named 'Weiwei,' but I don't know who she is."
Upon hearing this, the man's expression grew solemn.
Weiwei might just be a nickname, and there are probably not a few girls named 'Weiwei' in Jingcheng.
"What's her last name?"
Tang Yuyan shook her head, "I don't know."
The man hesitated for a few seconds, then stood up. "I'll try to investigate. How can I contact you if there's any news?"
Then, Tang Yuyan took out a piece of paper, "Here are my contact details. If you can't find her, below is also my home address."
"I understand."
Taking the paper, the man turned and left.
Tang Yuyan sat in her original seat, lost in thought.
