"Impossible, how could my mom be locked up here? She's Cao Ruibin's own sister."
Kong Lingchuan shook his head, unable to believe that his uncle would treat his mom this way.
"I'm sure she's inside. Go in and take a look."
Yang Cheng's tone was very certain.
Kong Lingchuan hesitated for a moment, then quickly rushed in, pushing open the dusty, broken door, and saw a ragged figure curled up on a filthy little bed.
"Mom, is it you?"
He tentatively asked. The person on the bed moved slightly and slowly turned her head.
In an instant, his mind buzzed. He stared wide-eyed, unable to believe the scene before him.
The once elegant and noble mother now had dirty and disheveled hair, wearing torn clothes, eyes vacant and soulless, like a shell of a body without a soul.
"Mom, how did you become like this?"
Kong Lingchuan's voice choked up. As he took a step forward, Cao Yumei began to frantically wave her arms, letting out a piercing scream.
