"Look at you, full of energy. This trip didn't seem too hard on you."
"I even met one of our ancestors."
"The one displayed at home?"
"Yes, from your branch of the family."
"Go upstairs and fetch it, I have something to discuss with you."
"Alright, please wait a moment."
Li Zhiyuan walked up to the third floor, entered the room where the altar and Alii's collection box were placed, glanced over the ancestral tablets, and took down Liu Qingcheng's tablet.
Back on the second floor, he handed the tablet to Liu Yumei.
Liu Yumei glanced at it, her expression turned into a frown, and she did not reach out to receive it; instead, she waved her hand, indicating the young man to take it away.
Li Zhiyuan: "Is there a story?"
Liu Yumei: "There's an accident."
"Could you tell me about it?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Then do our two families not have a detailed genealogy or books recording the biographies of these ancestors?"
