Wang Yufan took the talisman in his hand and looked at Song Yan who was stubbornly looking at him, he was somewhat surprised that Song Yan despite living in the twenty-first century, still believed in such things, he stiffly looked down at the somewhat tacky Talisman in his hands and suddenly felt embarrassed. If someone saw him holding this talisman, then what was he supposed to do?
He wanted to refuse as well as ask Song Yan to stop believing in such superstitious things as well but then he noticed Song Yan's sincere expression and gulped his words back, he couldn't bring himself to say such harsh words when she was clearly looking out for him, whatever. It was just a piece of paper—— he can always throw it later on. " Okay, Thank you sister in law, I will keep it well." In my dustbin that was.
