The calamity
Seeing that she had convinced Old Madam Yan, Song Yan turned to look at her and very solemnly spoke, " Grandma Yan if you don't mind can you bring me a mirror or maybe a large bowl of water?"
Though what Song Yan asked was a bit peculiar, Old Madam Yan still nodded and then went to the kitchen where she picked up the large water vat which she used to save water in the summer and filled it all up before carrying it back to the living room.
Song Yan took the heavy water vat from Old Madam Yan and then placed it on the table in front of her, after she placed it on the table, she caught hold of Xiao Mei's wrist and then looked at the clean water surface. Maybe it was because Song Yan was too serious which was why Old Madam Yan could not help but turn serious as well, soon an image started to form on the surface of the mirror as Song Yan felt herself getting sucked into the water.