"Yes, she must not be scammed. If she loses her house, how is she to live?" Squirrel waved his claws in a peeved manner.
Fangzheng took a deep breath and knocked on the door. After a while, the elder appeared. Her house's entrance had an anti-burglary gate in front of a thick wooden door. When the door opened, the elder stood behind the metal gate and looked warily at the monk outside. She asked with a frown, "What are you doing here?"
Fangzheng pressed his palms together. "Amitabha. Patron, This Penniless Monk has something to ask you."
"Go on." The elder nodded slightly. She did not reject him, but showed no intention to open the door.
Fangzheng asked, "Patron, did you ever receive a phone call from someone lying about being your son?"
Bam!
The door closed as the elder's voice sounded. "Leave."
Then, there was silence.
