"Dad, is that you?"

A little girl's clear voice echoed on the first floor as spacious as the church.

When Fang Qiu heard this voice...

He immediately looked up.

There...

On the left side of the hall was a circular staircase. A woman in her forties was escorting a seven- or eight-year-old girl down the stairs slowly.

The little girl's eyes were wide open, but she didn't look toward Zhang Yicheng. Instead, she ...