Zhang Xiaowei looked at the empty car and felt like his head was about to explode.
Grinding his teeth, he growled frantically, "Is your mother sick or something?"
Ling Man didn't catch the tone in Zhang Xiaowei's voice and even nodded in surprise, saying, "Yes, my mom has a leg problem. There's no way she could have left the car on her own!"
As if he wasn't speechless enough, now he was even more at a loss for words.
With a cold face and through gritted teeth, Zhang Xiaowei pressed, "I'm asking you, is there something wrong with your mother's mind!"
Zhang Xiaowei really couldn't understand.
How could a middle-aged person, around fifty, be so utterly foolish.
Despite all his persuasions, she hadn't taken in a single word.
Now that Ling Man had been brought out, her mother had disappeared without a trace.
Ling Man finally caught on when she heard Zhang Xiaowei speaking harshly.
