C105 The yellow skin in the coffin

My father stubbed out his cigarette on the stove and let me follow him into the back room.

Inside, my aunts and aunts and my mother were standing or sitting in the room, talking.

"Qing Sheng is back." My father said as he entered the room.

Suddenly, everyone's gaze turned towards me.

"Xiao Sheng is back, come sit." My aunt pulled up a stool for me.

"Why is everyone here?" I put down my bag