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"What kind of work is this?"
Yan Kongyue flashed a charming smile, leaning slightly towards Wen Nuan with a peculiar tone as she said three words: "Ghost hunting!"
A chill brushed against Wen Nuan's warm ear, sending shivers down her spine.
After a brief moment of calm, Wen Nuan looked at Yan Kongyue's strikingly beautiful face and asked seriously, "Are there really ghosts?"
Of course, in this vast world filled with wonders, in a country with thousands of years of history, what isn't possible? Yan Kongyue gazed at Wen Nuan with a half-smile.
"Yan Consultant, could you help us out?"
Just as she spoke, Feng Xing emerged in casual attire, his long hair tied up halfway with a jade hairpin forming a bun at the back of his head.
Wen Nuan was momentarily stunned, thinking to herself: If he were wearing Ancient Style Hanfu, wouldn't he look like a celestial being descending to earth?
Feng Xing was already accustomed to her gaze and naturally walked over to sit on the armrest of Yan Kongyue's sofa, instantly transforming the scene into something beautiful.
"Alright, let's discuss the situation!"
"We have a case where someone died under mysterious circumstances within half an hour. The cause of death is unknown, but the bodies are all contorted in unnatural positions—on the bed or the floor, and even in the bathtub. This person lived alone and aside from the deceased's fingerprints and footprints, we can't find any other traces—no skin fibers or hair. I suspect..."
"Where is the body?"
"In the forensic department!"
"Take me to see it!"
"Okay!"
"Wait for them!" Yan Kongyue didn't move; just as Yan Xiao Jun was about to get up, he sat back down again.
"Brother Qian, are you up yet?" Feng Xing called out towards the next room while playing with Yan Kongyue's hair.
"I'm up!"
"Get off me; don't mess with my hair!" Yan Kongyue glared at Feng Xing.
"If you take me with you, I won't mess with your hair!" Feng Xing began to act coy again.
"Get lost!"
Wen Nuan felt like her eyes were sparkling; "You two are so sweet!"
Feng Xing shot her an exasperated glance.
"No? Take me with you. I'll handle everything tonight; you won't have to lift a finger!"
"You don't have a permit!"
"I don't need one!"
Yan Kongyue thought for a moment. Having Feng Xing around would certainly save her a lot of trouble.
Yan Xiao Jun rubbed his nose. "The young people these days are really open; they say things like this without a second thought."
Chen Shu nearly choked, caught off guard by this wave of dog food.
"Who told you not to get me a permit?"
"Weren't you leaving in two months? Getting you a permit would be too much hassle!"
"I can stay! As long as my dad is here, you just need to keep him at bay for me!"
"You two are driving me crazy! If the younger one comes, the older one will too!"
"Wait, if he comes, it’s definitely to catch me. He wouldn’t come otherwise!"
"Hey? Aunt, do you think there’s a chance that if I have something legitimate to do, he won’t come after me?"
Yan Kongyue turned to look at him, but her mind drifted to Ming Di.
"Yes, he sent you abroad because he thinks you're causing trouble at home!"
"Then hurry up and get me a permit! Even a temporary one will do. With me around, you won't have to lift a finger."
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