"What!!!"
Mo Han was startled, his hands anxiously grabbing the stall owner's clothes, "My mom, what happened to her?"
"You? Are you Little Ming's son?"
The stall owner was initially annoyed, but upon hearing Mo Han's words, he didn't add any blame, "Put me down first, I don't know much, it's all from what Old Liu said."
"I'm sorry."
Mo Han quickly let go of the vendor, and asked sincerely, "I was a bit overreacted just now, could you please tell me what exactly happened to my mom?"
"Was it because someone coveted her thirty thousand yuan and injured her?"
"It was the local thugs, wasn't it?"
Last time he came to visit his mother, he had seen Huang Mao and his gang overturning her noodle stand, and he had called Go Lao'er to teach these guys a lesson.
"It wasn't the thugs."
The vendor spoke up, "It was relatives from her village."
