Indeed, the shock had silenced those who dared not wag their tongues anymore, lest they reenact a comedy of errors by tripping over their own feet.
"What does Grandma want from us?" Manman asked.
Fan Shenyuan teased with a smirk, remaining silent instead of answering.
Manman almost felt like hitting him with a hammer. In the dark, he was becoming more and more like her brother Lu Huan, always managing to irritate her with ease.
They arrived at Grandma Fan's private resting room.
Wen Er, the uncle, handed some official reports to Grandma Fan, then exited the room along with everyone else.
"Please, take a seat," Grandma Fan said with a warm and kindly smile.
When Manman sat down, she could feel the elderly woman's aged eyes sizing her up with a gaze that seemed hundreds of times sharper than modern-day vision. It reminded her of the deep, contemplative look she had received from Grandma Yao at the farmers' market.
Fan Shenyuan poured tea for everyone.
