"Can you take the call?"
After answering the phone and listening for a few moments, Maria turned around and handed over her cell phone.
"Me?"
Song Heping was stunned.
"Yes, you."
Maria was very certain.
Nura urged from the side, "We don't have time to waste with this white girl; we need to leave, or we won't make it."
Song Heping was well aware of the time pressure.
But he still reached out and took the phone.
"Give her a chance."
Nura was obviously unconvinced by this reasoning, fixating on Maria with a vigilant gaze.
"Who is this?"
Curious, Song Heping asked about the caller's identity.
"I am Maria's father."
The voice on the line was deep, slightly hoarse, with a sense of maturity—a man with many stories.
"Ah... Mister Maria?"
"My daughter is named Maria, but our family name is Nicholas. You can call me Nicholas."
