To Liuu Yuming, it was like a mouse seeing a cat. Especially after noticing the smile playing on her mother's lips, Liuu Yuming yanked the blanket over her head, burrowed underneath, and clung to her daughter Chen Min's small body for dear life, trembling uncontrollably.
"M-M-Mom, it's not even the Tomb-Sweeping Festival yet, why are you back?" Liuu Yuming's teeth chattered. "Mom, if you've run out of money down there, during the festival… oh, no, the Winter Solstice! On the Winter Solstice, I'll burn tons and tons of spirit money and paper ingots for you…"
"Just go back to wherever you came from! Please, you have to stop scaring me!"
Hearing Liuu Yuming's quavering voice, Tan You raised an eyebrow. 'So Liuu Yuming is afraid of Zhang Wangying, is she?' Whether she was afraid of Zhang Wangying the person, or of her identity as a ghost, remained to be seen. But that didn't stop Tan You from using it to her advantage.
