Mr. Duan's words successfully made Zhao Youlin stop in her tracks. She spun around and stared at the man in front of her with an obvious questioning look.
This man was in his early forties. He wanted to know about her mother. Could it be...
Zhao Youlin seemed to have suddenly thought of something. Her eyes suddenly lit up, and the way she looked at Mr. Duan changed in an instant.
"You want to know about the owner's mother?"
Zhao Youlin's sudden words shocked not only Mr. Duan. Even Mu Tingfeng raised his head and looked at her with equal confusion.
"Yes, I do."
"May I ask why, Mr. Duan? The owner of that house's mother passed away a long time ago, and even the owner passed away two or three years ago. Do you know that much?"
When Zhao Youlin said this, Mr. Duan's expression fell, but not one out of surprise. He said bitterly, "I do."
"What else do you want to know, Mr. Duan?"
