As the conversation ended, the room was so quiet you could almost hear a pin drop.
Lin Wu was completely frozen.
Bo Qingsheng himself was also stunned, his throat spasming with pain as he tried to speak but found no words would come out.
The figure of Lin Wu before him suddenly grew blurry. Startled, Bo Qingsheng came to his senses only to realize that a layer of mist had formed in his eyes.
He instantly closed his eyes, forcefully suppressing the tumultuous emotions surging within him.
Truth be told, he had thought countless times about the very real possibility that he might never see Xiaoliu again...
After all, no matter how he searched over the years, he had never found any trace of Xiaoliu.
Xiaoliu cared about his family more than anything. If he were still alive, he wouldn't have stayed away from the Bo Family for so many years without sending any word of safety.
Nor could it be possible that there was absolutely no trace of him to be found.