Actually, all of that was made up; that yard, ever since mother and son moved in, to prevent them from leaving, not only were people stationed outside to stand guard, but even the television and internet had been turned off inside.
So, regarding this uncle, all of his observations came from times when he followed Uncle Xiaojin to Uncle Lin's place.
Ou Mucen was stunned there!
Cried?
He said his mother cried when she saw his news?
Something seemed to jump inside his chest, something frozen and indifferent—the thick, hard layer he had erected not long ago suddenly moved again.
"Has your mother been unwell since she returned?"
Ye Xiaobao shook his head: "Not well, she hasn't come downstairs in a week, isn't eating properly, and often sits on the windowsill during sleep, staring blankly outside. Uncle, will you go see my mother?"
Ye Xiaobao was genuinely worried about his mother; otherwise, he wouldn't have taken such a risk to find this uncle.