C1062 Direct Soul-searching

"Your mother?" Jiang Wanbai's eyebrows twitched as he thought of the puppet he had torn off. He coughed lightly and said, "Regardless of life or death?"

"My mother died a long time ago." Wen Lee said.

Hearing Wen Lee's words, Jiang Wanbai knew what he meant. Wen Lee was not looking for the puppet whose head was broken by her, but his real mother. "Tell me what happened