Fang Youling just sat in the boss chair like that.
She was dazed for a moment.
Then she tightly grabbed Wang Huan's arm, her voice trembling, "Xiao, Xiao Wang, what did you just say? You, say it again."
Fang Youling had been searching for her daughter for so many years.
Wang Huan naturally understood her feelings at the moment, smiled, and repeated what he had just said, then said, "Director Fang, congratulations."
Fang Youling felt as if a tightly wound string in her mind had suddenly snapped.
She waited and waited.
Hoping and hoping.
Countless times she awoke from sleep in the dead of night.
She dreamed she had found her daughter.
She was happy.
She got out of bed, didn't even put on shoes, and went out looking for her daughter.
But when she ran outside, she realized it was just a dream.
No one knew that feeling of loss.
No one could understand the pain of losing an only daughter.
It took quite a while.