When Zhao Yun returned home dejected, he found his old man had already gotten back, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking somewhat stern.
"Have you seen your mom?"
"How did you know?"
Zhao Yun was at first startled, then became tense, "Did she go to find you? Did you meet her?"
"Not yet, Zhou Hui told me through Secretary Ren."
Zhao Yun let out a long sigh of relief and quickly told Zhao Dafa about He Liyi's tuberculosis, "... You mustn't go looking for her, nor see her, lest you get infected by her."
After he had finished, seeing Zhao Dafa's worried expression, he hastily added, "As soon as I knew about her illness, I went to the hospital for a checkup right away, and I'm fine."
Zhao Dafa, uncharacteristically stern, said, "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"
Feeling guilty, Zhao Yun tossed the document bag he was holding to Zhao Dafa, "I was just about to tell you when you found out first. How did Aunt Hui even know about it?"
