Some older women even argued and fought.
The scene was noisy and vulgar.
Lu Sen urged his family to eat faster, and they left after eating until they were about 70-80% full.
As soon as they left, a third of the food left on the table was snatched up by the aunties and grandmas at the next two tables.
Although Old Mrs. Lu was concerned about her image and wanted to hold a grand birthday banquet, she was always stingy and miserly, only spending money and never giving it back.
So even though Lu Sen gave her a large sum of money to hold a birthday banquet, she didn't use all the money to buy meat and vegetables; there were only ten dishes on the table.
The majority of the food was vegetables, and the other half was meat dishes, mostly offal such as pig intestines, lungs, and liver.
It's all slander.
After returning home, An Wan and the Lu Jingxing brothers relaxed considerably.
Being around Old Lady Lu and her group made me feel uncomfortable all over.
Looking at An Wan, who was too quiet and well-behaved, Lu Jiayan always felt that something was off about her.
Although she laughed and joked with her family, there was sadness hidden in her eyes.
What exactly happened?
Why wouldn't she tell him?
Is he not worthy of her trust yet?
An Wan pretended to be sleepy and went back to Lu Jingxing's room to take a nap on the small bed.
Actually, the goal was to enter the space to find a way to resolve the black fog.
Because the space is ten hours, and the outside is one hour.
Lu Sen didn't have much time left, plus he had to go to work at the mine around 4 or 5 pm.
He then searched through hundreds of books in the library, which were scattered all over the floor.
After the cat left the black cat's body and entered the space, it saw An Wan's "possessed by demonic possession" state.
“You’ve looked through those books several times, but they’re not there. No matter how hard you look, you can’t find them.”
"Think about what you did to that cow to dispel that black mist!"
"If you've succeeded once, it means there's a solution. You need to use your brain more and try a few more times."
"Besides holding someone's hand and touching their face and head, have you done anything else? Or how many times did you touch their face and head? Do you need to touch them a certain number of times to break through the black mist? Hmm, for example, with your left hand or your right hand?"
The cat leaned against the bookshelf, casually glancing at Anwan, who had already closed her books.
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