"What, my mom's sick?" Yan Bo was shocked.
His mother had always been in good health, and in Yan Bo's memory, she was definitely not someone who would feign illness to win her son's return.
"Yes, she went out to meet a master a couple of days ago and caught a cold with fever and cough upon returning. The fever hasn't subsided yet."
Uncle Cui spoke very seriously, he did not seem to be lying.
"Is she awake right now? If she is, please ask her to listen to the phone," Yan Bo was worried.
His mother was sixty years old this year, and no matter how healthy she was, her body couldn't withstand much trouble.
"Third Young Master, please hold on, I will have someone check."
Yan Bo's heart rose to his throat, and the seconds ticked by achingly slow as he clutched the handset.
When there was finally a sound from the other end of the phone, he held his breath and heard his mother's hoarse voice through the receiver.
"Bo?"