"What kind of gift do you want?" The master looked vigilant, afraid of being swindled himself.
Yu Longting didn't answer immediately, instead, he lowered his voice and asked Qing Li, "Mom, you didn't buy the coffin to arrange a funeral hall, did you?"
This one word "Mom" made Qing Li feel very uncomfortable.
She pressed her lips together in silence for a long time before slowly nodding.
Why does her expression look... like she just swallowed a fly??
Being acknowledged by your own son, shouldn't that make you overjoyed??
Or did I see it wrong? ,
Yu Longting rubbed his chin, "Is it prepared for me and Wanwan?"
"Yes, how did you kid guess it?" Qing Li asked, displeased.
What??
So this coffin is prepared for me and Yu Longting, and we're supposed to sleep in it?
What's Qing Li up to?
While I was puzzled, Yu Longting said to the master, "Prepare everything needed for the memorial hall, I want the best. If you don't agree, we'll buy the coffin elsewhere. It's your choice."
