"Xiao Lin, I'm leaving now."
Yang Lin's mother finished cooking lunch and said her farewell to Yang Lin.
"Yeah, you go ahead."
Yang Lin didn't ask her mother to stay, she just waved her off.
Looking at Yang Lin now, Yang Lin's mother felt particularly conflicted inside.
In the end, she said nothing, picked up her bag, and went out the door.
Downstairs, she turned around and glanced in the direction of Chen Jun's house.
She didn't know what Yang Lin's plans for the future were.
If Yang Lin stayed, she'd have to take care of Chen Jun's mother.
But considering the current state of Chen Jun's mother, taking care of her is out of the question.
Yang Lin's mother could still smell the foul odor from inside that house, and she felt nauseous.
That was one of the reasons she cooked but didn't eat before leaving.
With a sigh in her heart, Yang Lin's mother turned and walked toward the army's entrance.
