Zhuang Su's face darkened as he transferred the money to Xiao Mo. "It's our family's business now. Assistant Xiao Mo, please leave."
Xiao Mo glanced at the Zhuang family's old house and suddenly asked, "Second Master, do you find this house comfortable?"
"Why do you ask?" Zhuang Su asked nervously.
"Did Zhuang Liu ask you to ask?"
"Of course not," Xiao Mo replied. He pointed at the house behind him and said with a smile, "When the old man was alive, he liked to stand at the door to see if his sons and grandchildren had returned. Now that he's gone, I wonder if his soul will come back often?"
A gust of autumn wind blew past. Zhuang Su felt a chill run down his spine. He stammered, "There's nothing left after a person dies. Don't talk nonsense!"
