Sang Qingran heard his mother utter strange words, but his face remained unchanged, as his mother's condition had been this way since the day they returned from the old house.
At first, his father thought his mother was just acting, so he did not take it seriously, but when it became increasingly abnormal, he had her sent here for a check-up.
Just as they reached the downstairs, Mrs. Sang said she wouldn't go up and kept muttering that she would wait at the door for Qiaoqiao to go in with her.
Unexpectedly, at that very moment at the main entrance, they ran into Sang Qiao.
And the person standing next to her was the woman he had recently encountered frequently.
Should he say the world is too small, or was she doing this on purpose?
But the most important thing right now was to take his mother upstairs for a check-up. Sang Qingran didn't think Sang Qiao would care about his mother. He casually excused, "She's busy."
