Chapter 311 Madam Zhou's Accident

The courtyard gate was wide open, Wufu sprinted into the house, tossing the basket from her back into the yard, and shouted loudly several times.

"Mom, Hongyu?"

There was no response; the house was eerily quiet, as if devoid of any sign of life.

Panic rose in Wufu's heart as she saw the main house door ajar. She hurried over and stood in the doorway, her eyes widening in fury, her hands clenching tightly.

The room was a complete mess, with pieces of teapots scattered on the ground. Her mother, Madam Zhou, was unnaturally pale, half-leaning against the kang bed, half-collapsed on the floor, with disheveled hair and her top torn open to reveal the light blue undershirt beneath. Blood was oozing from a wound on her head.

"Mom!" Wufu ran over, her cry heart-wrenching.

Madam Zhou's breathing was weak, with no sign of response, her face as pale as a corpse.

"Mom?" Wufu's fingers trembled as she brought them to her mother's nose, and sighed in relief.