The situation was intense.
Seeing Qin Huai arrive, Chen Huihong asked him to sit down. Before he could raise his teacup for a sip of hot tea, she began, "Qin Huai, you used to cry as a child, didn't you?"
Qin Huai nearly choked on the steam.
"You could hear that from the next room?" Qin Huai was bewildered.
Originally, the room had 4 mahjong tables. Since Chen Huihong and the others needed to discuss spirit-related topics during their overnight vigil, they contacted the funeral home to rent the neighboring hall. They moved the other three mahjong tables, the TV, and the PS5 to the hall next door, so they could speak freely during mahjong.
"We spirits have excellent hearing," Chen Huihong said. "The self-service room is right next door; of course, we can hear it from such a close distance."
"If Luo Jun were still alive, he could hear it as well."
Zhao Cheng'an asked curiously, "Qin Huai, did you really hide in your room crying secretly when you were little? Why?"
