Chapter 466: Moving the Grave

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee

Amelia blinked and blushed. Becausebecause Mia likes Auntie. Because she had lied, her eyes couldnt help but flicker slightly, and her cheeks heated up. This made Miss Moh mistakenly think that she was shy, and her smile widened. She wanted to pinch Amelias little face, but she felt that it wasnt polite, so she changed it to pinch her hair. Thank you. Auntie likes you very much too.

Miss Moh returned the notebook to Amelia. Amelia looked at it and could only recognize the word Moh.

Amelia also wrote and drew on her notebook before tearing it off. Auntie, my name is Mia. This is my number.

Miss Moh took it and looked at it. She almost burst out laughing. There was a crooked drawing of a bird and a turtle, and several ones and several zeros. It was obvious that they were drawn blindly, but she put it away solemnly. Thank you, Mia.

Before she left, Amelia suddenly said, Auntie, you have to be a little muddle-headed when its time to be muddle-headed, but when its not time to be muddle-headed, you have to be clear about it. With that, she waved her hand and skipped away.

Two men walked over from afar and shouted, Mia! Where did you go?

Amelia quickly waved her hand. Im here! Im here!

Miss Moh watched Amelia walk away in a daze before lowering her head in silence and walking back. Her brother stood rooted to the ground, his eyes flickering. The family tomb in the distance was so luxurious, imposing, and a little familiar Wasnt this the Walton family tomb that the sales manager had shown her just now?

Miss Mohs brother hurried forward, caught up with Miss Moh, and s.n.a.t.c.hed the small card from her hand.

Miss Moh was thinking about something when the note in her hand was suddenly s.n.a.t.c.hed away. She frowned. What are you doing?

Miss Moh e s brother grinned. l just want to take a look. Lets see what that little girl wrote for you. He couldnt wait to open the note. In the end, he saw a bird and a turtle drawn on it. There were also a few ones and a string of zeros. It didnt look like a phone number. He counted unwillingly. What if the Walton residence was rich and even specially bought a phone number! In the end, he was disappointed. The phone number was eleven digits, and there were only eight digits here, That little girl looked to be three or four years old, but she didnt even know how to write a phone number. How stupid!

Miss Moh e s brother asked, Sister, do you think that young lady will call you?

Miss Moh took back the note and said lightly, A childs whim. Do you think shell hit?

Miss Mohs brother thought for a moment and curled his lips. No. But the Walton family was really rich. If that young lady called his sister and casually gave her a few million yuan or something, he wouldnt have to work hard for the rest of his life! Sigh, why were rich people so rich, but ordinary people like them had to work hard for their lives? If only the Walton family could give him some money.

Evergreen Cemetery.

Chris picked Amelia up and asked, What were you running around for?

Amelia squeezed her fingers. feel the call!

Chris:

William: Sister, youre so powerful! Is a ghost summoning you?

Amelia nodded seriously. Yes!

Chris was amused. What ghost summoning?

On the other side, George was discussing the relocation of the grave. The Walton brothers were very surprised, but when they heard Amelia say that, they agreed.

Mr. Walton was stunned and frowned. Why did you move the grave for no reason? Stop fooling around!

George said calmly, Mia said that the feng Shui here is not good. The ancestors dont like it.

Mr. Walton paused. Oh, Mia said it. Then its fine. However, he still said stubbornly, Even so, theres too much time. Theres no time

George raised his hand and looked at the time. When we came in just now, Mia said that she wanted to choose the southwest direction. Theres only one cemetery in the southwest direction of Buffalo, the Peace Cemetery. Ive just bought the cemetery over there. The relocated Feng Shui master and other things have been arranged. The car is waiting outside.

Mr. Walton:

George added, Mia said today was a good day to move the grave.

Mr. Walton was completely speechless. It was a little unbelievable to move the grave on Ghost Festival, but if Mia said this, she must have her reasons!

Mr. Walton waved his hand. Alright, you can arrange it.

Eric looked at the grave and sighed. Poor me. I just dug up every blade of gra.s.s.. You should have said so earlier!