"How is that possible?" Wang Shuyun looked at Old Mrs. Xu in astonishment, "Ma, you're joking with me, right?"
"Xiao Yun, listen to me," Old Mrs. Xu started wiping her tears, "Every time I think of Yibo dying so young, I feel terrible! My son, without even leaving a body behind, all these years, it's just been this old woman remembering to burn some paper money for him."
"After I die, who will remember him?" Old Mrs. Xu wiped her tears and said, "This is the only solution I have."
"Doesn't Yibo have a cousin?" Wang Shuyun said angrily, "If that doesn't work, his sister's child can do it too."
There's no reason to involve them here.
"His wife is useless, she gave birth to only one son and then nothing." Old Mrs. Xu held Wang Shuyun's hand and said, "If it could be done elsewhere, I wouldn't be asking you."
"This matter is not up for discussion, I will not agree to it." Wang Shuyun said flatly.
