On Wednesday afternoon, the warm sun shone through the glass windows.
Jiang Shuxia looked at Jiang Linfan who was seated opposite of him and smiled, "What business do you have with me?"
Jiang Linfan looked down at the ripples on the surface of the coffee cup, she took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Shuxia, "Sis, can you let me see my mother? A place like the mental hospital really isn't a place for humans. Please, let her come out, okay? "
"How can a person stay there?" Jiang Shuxia asked. In front of her was a cup of milk, but she had not touched it at all. Beside you? "Good little sister, you don't think you can raise your mother like this, do you?"
Jiang Shuxia's merciless words stunned Jiang Linfan for a moment.
When he regained his senses, the hand holding the coffee cup suddenly pulled back, and his eyes became watery.
"Sister, please, please let my mother go, okay? How can she stay in a place like that when she's old? "