I always thought your mom would take care of you. With her personality, even if she couldn't, she would definitely hand you over to your grandmother. Our family has money, so we're not afraid that your grandmother wouldn't take care of you or worry about you being wronged. I thought I'd be back after one or two years.
Who knew your mom always believed I wasn't dead and was keen on finding me, leaving you to your grandfather. After seeing you and returning, I secretly compared you with other five-year-olds and increasingly felt you were thin and weak like a three-year-old, so I tried every possible way to hint to your mom. But she was dumber than a pig, even your uncle helped think of many ways.
