Mrs. Duan wanted to find an opportunity to talk to Duan Xingzhi, but she knew her son's personality better than anyone else. She knew she wasn't going to get anything by just asking him outright.
So, she decided to turn her attention to Lao San again.
Before going to sleep, she brought a glass of water upstairs and, without wasting words, directly asked, "What's wrong with your big brother?"
Duan Xingzhou took the glass, had a sip, and casually sat on the sofa, "If you want to know, just ask him yourself. Why are you asking me? I don't know either."
Mrs. Duan, irritated by his response, took a step forward and snatched the glass from his hand, "Be serious. Your big brother isn't acting right, didn't you notice?"
"I noticed, but he doesn't want to talk about it, and I can't force him to, can I?"
Mrs. Duan sat down beside him and asked in a lower voice, "Have you asked him? He doesn't want to say?"
