The more she listened, the more shocked Song Weiyi felt.
Could that calm and self-composed little uncle really do the things grandma was describing?
"Tell me, do you think your uncle is possessed, cursed, or under some kind of black magic?" Grandma Xu repeated her superstitious notions three times in a row.
Song Weiyi couldn't help but laugh. "Grandma, do you think that's possible?"
What kind of nonsense was this? How could it even relate to black magic?
"I think it's highly possible. When else have you seen your uncle acting so... crazy?"
She trailed off, choosing her words carefully around Song Weiyi.
"Maybe Uncle has his own reasons we don't know about. Otherwise, he wouldn't have reacted so strongly." Xu Zijin wasn't the type of person to lose his composure.
This situation must have hit his bottom line, leaving him no choice but to explode in the most extreme way.
