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Mai Xiaomai knew she couldn't hide it from him and quietly told him.
Qiao Hengyuan was stunned as soon as he heard it.
He had never expected that his mother had returned, and she was hiding here, unwilling to see them.
"Let's not tell Grandpa yet, Grandma doesn't want to see him for now."
Mai Xiaomai whispered.
Qiao Hengyuan nodded.
He was already impatient to see his mother.
Mai Xiaomai opened the door with a key.
There was no one in the room.
In the bathroom, in the wardrobe, there was no one.
Mai Xiaomai saw the window was open, hurried over to check, only to see Zhuang Jingmei shakily climbing down the pipe.
Although she was elderly, after more than twenty years of labor like a farmer, her body was quite sturdy. Otherwise, any other old person climbing down from the second floor would have fainted long ago.
Qiao Hengyuan also rushed over.
He immediately recognized his old mother and couldn't help but cry out with tears streaming down his face, "Mom, be careful—"
