"Mosheng, have you still not found Yingying?" Mrs. Shen worried about her daughter-in-law's safety and was heartbroken over her son's exhaustion, having not had a good night's sleep in several days, her eyes bloodshot.
What in the world is going on?
Mosheng had finally returned, but Yingying had disappeared.
"Mom, we'll find Yingying, don't worry, go and sleep!" Shen Mosheng rubbed his throbbing temples, trying to comfort his mother, his heart aching at her haggard appearance.
Seeing her son so tired, Mrs. Shen shook her head, saying with heartache, "I'm fine. You go to sleep first, Mosheng, I'll call you later!"
She was truly afraid that if Mosheng continued like this, he would become ill from exhaustion.
"I'm waiting for a phone call!"
"You go and rest, I will stay with Mosheng," Mr. Shen said gently, patting his wife's hand comfortingly.
