"What are you doing here, where did you come from?"
"I've been here since early morning."
The Old Lady asked, "What time?"
"Right when you got up early to pretend to worship the Immortal in the Buddha room."
Bo Yanching took off his gloves and casually threw them aside. He was wearing a gray jacket, work pants, and high boots, with a lot of mud on his shoes. His hair was unkempt, and strands hung over his forehead. He patted the dust off himself, sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea.
The Old Lady waved her hand disdainfully in front of her face, "You went to dig a grave, didn't you? Why so much dust?"
Bo Yanching chuckled, "I did dig a grave."
He took a couple of sips of tea, pressed his forefinger against the rim of the cup, then leaned slightly towards the Old Lady, "I dug a grave in the back mountain and buried your son in it."
The Old Lady was stunned immediately.
