Miss Clay was thinking about something when the note in her hand was snatched away.
She frowned, "What are you doing?"
Her brother smiled, "Let's see what the little girl wrote for you."
He unfolded the note impatiently, only to see a bird and a turtle drawn on it, as well as several ones and a string of zeros.
It did not look like a phone number so he counted the number of digits she wrote in case the Crawford family had a special phone number because they were rich.
The result disappointed him, the phone number had 11 digits instead of 10.
That little girl must be three or four years old, how dumb can she be to not remember her phone number?
"Claire, do you think that little girl will call you?"
Miss Clay took the back note and said lightly, "She's just a child, do you think she will call me?"
Miss Clay's younger brother bit his lips and replied, "You have a point,"
However, the Crawford family was incredibly wealthy. If that little girl called his sister and gave her a few million dollars, he would not need to work for the rest of his life.
Why were wealthy people so carefree and ordinary people like them had to work hard to make a living?
It would be great if he could get a share of the Crawford family's money.
…
In Greenhill Cemetery, Jonas picked Lilly up and asked, "Where did you go just now?"
Lilly squeezed her fingers and replied, "I felt like I had a new era,"
Jonas was speechless.
Josh interrupted, "It's a mission, not an era,"
Lilly nodded earnestly, "I think I have a new mission,"
Jonas could not stop laughing, as she was just four years old and what kind of mission could she have?
Anthony was thinking about moving the grave.
The brothers were surprised, but after hearing what Lilly said, they agreed with it.
Hugh was stunned, and frowned, "Why do you want to move the tomb all of a sudden? This is nonsense!"
Anthony remained calm, "Lilly said that the omen in this area isn't good and our ancestors wouldn't like it here,"
Hugh paused.
Did Lilly say that? Then it's fine.
But he still insisted, "But I think it's too late now…"
Anthony looked at the time, "Lilly said we need to move the tomb to the southwest. There's a normal cemetery in the southwest of Alfornada,"
"I just bought a burial plot over there,"
"I even called the people to relocate it and arranged a team for it. There's already a car outside,"
Hugh remained silent.
Anthony added, "Lilly said that today is a good day to move the grave."
Hugh had nothing to say.
Relocating the grave on Ghost Festival was a bit unbelievable, but it made sense since Lilly was the one who said so.
Hugh waved his hand, "Alright since you've already arranged it,"
Edward looked at the grave and sighed, "I just pulled out all the weed, you should've told me sooner!"
"I guess I need to dig the grave now,"
Digging graves was a little…
Edward took a sip of water, poured some in his hand, and muttered.
"Please forgive me, ancestor. Please understand that I'm going to dig your grave,"
Their ancestors were sitting on their graves.
They were watching the excitement only to find that his descendants were digging his grave.
Anthony yelled from a distance, "Lilly, come and pay respects to your ancestors, we're gonna move the tomb later,"
Lilly ran over happily, "I'm here, ancestor!"
The ancestor was floating on the grave and said, "Isn't this our new baby? Why haven't I seen you…"
Lilly looked at her ancestor curiously and asked, "I only came here this year! There are so many graves, are you the only one here?"
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