On the Friday morning breakfast table, Yun Shu finished her meal elegantly, wiped her mouth, and then looked towards Yun Ya.
"The Qingming Festival is approaching. The family ancestral rituals are about to start back at the old home. Grandma has something that keeps her from getting away, so I need you to go back to our hometown with your dad on my behalf. Pay your respects at the graves of our ancestors, bow your heads, apologize to our forefathers, and also take the chance to show them how the Yun Family has raised two such exceptional children."
Yun Ya's gaze slightly narrowed as she lowered her head impassively.
She couldn't hold back any longer, could she?
What an excuse she's managed to conjure—doesn't she feel embarrassed? Having two children go back to our hometown to worship our ancestors, I bet even our ancestors would be angry enough to jump out of their coffins.
"But me and Miaomiao…."
