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!
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.
Ou Mucen looked at him, his well-defined facial features showing no emotion, no sign of happiness or anger—his entire expression was as if shrouded in a layer of fog, impossible to discern what he was thinking.
Was he going to see her?
No, he didn’t want to at all.
At the very least, before he came here, he had just rejected Secretary Gao’s suggestion to continue looking for the mother and son.
That woman had really crossed a line with him this time, and it was his bottom line!
But when he saw the child’s hope-filled eyes, as well as the swollen red bump on his little forehead, his eyes eventually softened: "Where do you live now?"
Ye Xiaobao’s eyes lit up instantly: "We live at..."
No, no, no, he couldn’t tell him where they lived, otherwise, it would be trouble if Uncle Lin found out.
The four-year-old child’s slick eyes spun around, and he changed his mind: "Uncle, my mother will attend Grandma Qiao’s birthday party the day after tomorrow."
"Who is Grandma Qiao?"
"She’s Auntie Qiao’s mother."
"And who is Auntie Qiao?"
Ye Xiaobao scratched his little head: "Auntie Qiao is a good friend of my mother’s, you’ve seen her, uncle. She was the one who took me to find my mother that time at the square."
Oh, it was that girl!
Ou Mucen understood then, and he put the little hat back on him: "Alright, got it. Uncle will have someone take you back first."
Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaobao’s dark eyes immediately shone: "Then uncle, you’ve agreed?"
Ou Mucen didn’t speak but just patted his little head before picking up the phone and dialing out: "Hey, Chengzhi, come over."
Two minutes later, Director Ji arrived.
Upon entering and pushing open the door of the hospital room, seeing Little Baozi inside, his eyes nearly popped out...
Where did this Baozi spring up from? Wasn’t he said to have disappeared? They couldn’t find him for so long, how did he suddenly appear here?
He looked around: "Who brought him here?"
Ou Mucen gave him a faint glance, lifted Baozi off the bed: "Go get the wound on his forehead treated, and send him back."
After a long moment of stunned silence, he stared at Little Baozi: "Baozi, where did you spring up from?"
Baozi started frowning upon hearing Director Ji’s question, displeased by his query: "I popped out from a stone!"