Lv Xin placed both hands on the table in front of him, holding a milk tea cup, his expression revealing unease.
"To tell the truth, I still find it hard to believe what the exorcists say, that my parents were killed by my grandmother's strangeness."
Yan Junze did not answer.
In fact, he didn't know what to say.
The day-to-day life of a family escalating to the current, almost irreversible situation wasn't something that could be clarified in just a few sentences.
"Now my uncle's family and my aunt's family, they're all being protected by the exorcists," Lv Xin said, his hands holding the teacup trembling slightly.
"Oh?" Yan Junze sat up straight, "If that's the case, you'd better stay with them as well, otherwise, you might encounter danger."
