But after aiming at the back of the memorial tablet, Wen Yan was slightly taken aback.
In the camera, he couldn't see those three characters at all.
The phone in his hand was one given out by the Scorching Sun Department— even ghosts could be photographed with it.
He put away the phone. By now he more or less understood why Grandma had told him to take away the things from the altar table.
He opened the box, wrapped everything from the table carefully in red silk, added some shock protection, then put it all away.
After thinking for a moment, he looked at the two now-empty tables and decided to just move the tables themselves too—if everything remained exactly as it was, nothing would go wrong.
The Scorching Sun Department's logistics system was really efficient. He could carry the smaller stuff himself, but the bigger items should go through logistics.
