Upon hearing Su Guowei's words, his wife pointed at the drying rack and said, "Some of your old clothes are hanging here. I tidied up the room at that time and was afraid that they would grow mold, so I left them here to dry." As she spoke, she clapped her hands and his wife made a surprised expression. "But now these clothes are gone. Didn't the son come back and take them away?"
"This…" Su Guowei originally did not believe his wife's words. But now that he saw his wife like this, Su Guowei believed it. He knew his wife well. She was a simple and kind person. She would definitely not say something ridiculous.
At the thought of this, he probed his wife. "There was a strong wind yesterday. The fence of the pigpen blew down. Do you think those clothes could have been blown away by the wind?"
"That's impossible." His wife said firmly and shook her head firmly. "The wind can't have blown it away. Our son must have come back and taken the clothes."
