This single word "mom" caught everyone present off guard. The old woman before them was dressed very shabbily, her clothes likely over ten years old, with traces of repairs, graying hair, wrinkled hands, and a face full of hardship—clearly a typical old woman from the countryside.
Meanwhile, the young man in his thirties whom Chen Yufeng called Xiao Wang was the squad leader of the traffic police brigade in Jiangling, a deputy division-level official. In the traffic police department, a post where corruption ran rampant, how could he possibly let his mother live like this?
Her clothing and appearance were almost comparable to a scavenger, with the only redeeming factor being that despite their age, her clothes were clean.
