Yang Fan quickly sipped a bit of tea and prepared to set out for work right away.
Once Zhou Yingnan's goods were delivered, Sanping's matter would be settled.
But Zhou Yingnan stopped him, "Don't rush off yet; drink some more. In a bit, I'll cook a big pot of bone soup for everyone."
"I'll pass on the meal. It's still early, and if I finish up quickly, I've got other things to handle." Yang Fan politely declined Zhou Yingnan's enthusiastic hospitality.
Zhou Yingnan furrowed her brows slightly, "I see. But, if your task isn't particularly urgent, could you wait a moment? I have a small matter I'd like to consult you about. I heard from my granduncle that you've got methods for ghost hunting, is that true?"
Only then did Yang Fan realize Zhou Yingnan had something else on her mind.
"I know a bit, but honestly, I'm not very skilled," Yang Fan said.
After the events on Li Mountain, Yang Fan had discovered his abilities were still rather lacking.
