Mrs. Shen was still wiping her tears downstairs.
Suddenly, there was a thumping sound coming from the second floor, she looked up and saw Shen Yu hastily putting on a jacket, hair disheveled, coming down the stairs.
His steps were hurried, as if he was in a great rush.
Mrs. Shen couldn't help but ask, "Shen Yu, where are you going?"
Shen Yu's face was shadowed and pale, with a scruffy beard like a man in his thirties, and even though he heard Mrs. Shen calling, he didn't stop, quickly saying, "Mom, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back soon."
Mrs. Shen was worried, "Where are you going?"
Shen Yu didn't look back and was already at the doorway, "Someplace. Don't worry, I'll be back soon."
Mrs. Shen had already followed from the sofa, face full of concern, mumbling, "Neither you nor your sister ever give me peace of mind, you won't even tell me where you're going, how can I not worry. I'll go with you."
