Li Xu's face flushed with annoyance. He said indignantly to the middle-aged man, "Uncle, this person saved my life, please don't speak inconsiderately."
After speaking, he picked up his pack and led Chunniang and her daughter to a house surrounded by a dilapidated bamboo fence.
The room inside was dim, but it was clean and tidy.
"Mother!" Li Xu put down his backpack and ran into the room.
On the wooden bed in the room lay an elderly woman with silvery hair. Hearing the sound, she struggled to get up from the bed, "Xuxu…"
Li Xu rushed over, knelt down in front of the bed and cried, "Mother, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
The old woman with silvery hair was in tears, and she reached out with her thin hand to touch her son, "Xuxu, is it really you?"
"Mhm, it's me, your son is back."