Zhu Shuanghua slowly digested Gu Xici's words.
After a moment, she frowned and asked, "What do you mean by the wrong time? Didn't you just say he's already gone mad? Since he's mad, what are you still worried about?"
Gu Xici did not answer.
Moments later, Gu Xici put down his coffee and stood up, saying, "It's too late. You should rest too."
Zhu Shuanghua watched his departing figure, involuntarily furrowing her brows.
She increasingly found it hard to understand her son.
She didn't know when it started, but he no longer discussed things with her.
No matter what he did or said, Zhu Shuanghua just couldn't see through him.
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Half a month later.
Zhu Shuanghua grew more anxious.
She drove to Zhang Jianjun's residence more than once.
Finally, one day, she saw Zhang Jianjun at the traffic junction in front of the nearby park.
Zhang Jianjun had lost a lot of weight, his hair cut short, wearing a faded old work uniform, being led by his wife Yu Mei from across the street.
