He can imagine how this group will behave once the news of his promotion to Eastern City's chief arrest officer spreads.
It makes him feel nauseated.
But there's nothing he can do about it.
This is life.
It's a mess, but what can you do.
Sigh!
Unconsciously, a sigh escaped him.
"Son, why are you sighing out of the blue?"
Not far away, under a large locust tree, an elderly woman dressed plainly, with grayed hair and leaning on a cane, was sitting there. Even with her eyes squinting, she could only make out blurry figures.
But she recognized her own son.
And his voice was familiar as well.
Jia Youcai saw his mother sitting there and couldn't help but gently tug at his own mouth, then hurriedly took three steps in two to support his mother who was about to stand up.
"Oh, mother, why are you waiting for me out here? You should wait in the home courtyard. It's getting dark, and your eyesight isn't good. What if you fall?"
