Even though Su Chengyu was almost thirty years old, he had neither a father's nor a mother's love growing up. He couldn't help but envy others who had the affection of their parents.
Finally, he knew the whereabouts of his mother. For the first time, he felt his mother so close to him. He wanted to hear his mother's voice, or at least see what she looked like.
He had dreamed about his parents countless times in his sleep, but he could never quite make out their faces.
Yun Xiuhua sighed and said: "Young Master Yu, your request is understandable, and I empathize with you. However, you are not yet allowed to see your mother. If it was not for Young Master Feng's discovery of you, I wouldn't have appeared, and you wouldn't have learned about your mother's situation."
"Why?" Su Chengyu asked, feeling puzzled.