Yan Junze knew what his mother meant and replied, "Mom, you wouldn't like her."
Li Man looked up at him in astonishment, "Why?"
Yan Junze smiled, "There are some things I'd rather not say, but once I tell you her secret, you might be too frightened to even think of anything else."
Li Man's heart shuddered at his words, and she quickly bowed her head to continue tidying up the bedding, asking no further questions.
Yan Junze had no choice; if he didn't make things clear now, his parents would probably cling to their fantasies, making it awkward for everyone.
Soon, the bedding was arranged for three people, as intended.
Having finished washing the dishes, Xiang Er sat with Li Man on the living room sofa; with his wife by his side, Yan Daguo spoke much less boisterously.
Yan Junze also sat with them for a while, but as he saw the sky outside had completely darkened, he turned to his mother and asked, "Mom, where are the incense and candles I asked you to buy on your way back?"
