"..."
Upon hearing this, Wan Qian and her uncle were first taken aback and then felt goosebumps all over their bodies, shivering in the coldness and their scalps tingling.
"This... this..."
That man was clearly afraid, but this was something he could not say... so after hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Why do we have to pull the curtains?"
"Your father's soul is too weak; once exposed to sunlight, it might disappear."
Xu Yang instructed, "Dr. Wan, go and move that painting with the words."
Wan Qian was about to go to the study to fetch the painting.
The man stood up and said, "Niece, don't worry... this is important, so we should wait for your parents to come back and then invite the old man out together."
He stopped Wan Qian.
He approached Xu Yang and extended his hand, awkwardly laughing, "Master Xu, right? My name is Wan Baolu, and I work in media. Nice to meet you!"
He had lowered his stance.
