Song Xuan walked in, but no one dared to stop her. Old Madam Tang glared at her angrily and waited for song Xuan. She followed behind her in a hurry. This b * stard really didn't know how high the sky was!
Song Xuan walked very quickly and soon reached the second floor. She was at the entrance of the ancestral hall.
The ancestral Hall's door was usually open. She walked in directly as if there was no one there, and the smell of feudal decay hit her in the face.
She chuckled. It was already the 1990s, and the new era would be in less than ten years. This old lady was still talking about bloodlines and bloodlines. She was probably still living in feudal society.
Song Xuan did not care. She picked up the incense on the table and planned to light it up.
Old Madam Tang snatched the incense from her hand and rebuked her coldly, " "Who Do You Think You Are? the Tang family's ancestors don't need you to offer incense."