Fang Qingyang lay on the sofa in the small living room all night and was woken up early in the morning by a knocking sound on the door.

Fang Qingyang sat up and said, "Come in."

Fang Zhengyang came in, bringing his steaming hot breakfast.

Fang Zhengyang saw that his younger brother's hair was messy, his eyes were half-closed, and he looked like he was half asleep.

She couldn't help but chuckle, raising her hand to ruffle Fang Qingyang's messy hair, her eyes filled with a hint of doting affection.

"Did your brother wake you up? Eat breakfast first, then go back to sleep."

He then opened the breakfast box he had brought and laid out the breakfasts one by one on the table.

Instantly, a delicious aroma filled the small reception room, easily whetting the appetite of anyone.

Fang Qingyang's stomach responded at the right time, making two loud "gurgling" sounds that were especially loud in the quiet hall.

Hearing the sound, Fang Zhengyang smiled and handed over a spoon, "Eat quickly, your brother will have breakfast with you."

Fang Youyang glanced at the smile on his older brother's face, not caring at all. The two brothers had grown up together and had experienced even the most embarrassing situations in front of each other.

He took the spoon and began to eat his breakfast.

Fang Zhengyang looked up at his younger brother's arm and said, "I asked the doctor, and he said your injury isn't serious and you don't need to be hospitalized, but you'll need to have your wound cleaned, dressed, and bandaged every day. If you're bored staying here, you can go home."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyang paused, his hand holding the spoon still. If he had been offered to go home yesterday, he would have packed up and gone home without hesitation.

But he looked towards the door, where his friends were...

I can't just abandon him; after all, he came to catch ghosts because of me.

The ending was rather fantastical...

"No, it's more convenient to stay here for things like changing dressings." Even if she had to leave, she would take Shen Bei with her.

Fang Zhengyang nodded, put down his chopsticks, and took out a small handkerchief to slowly wipe his mouth.

He glanced at them suspiciously, then said, "Fine, you can go home anytime."

Fang Qingyang turned his head away, trying to hide his guilty conscience.

"You've got something on your mind," Fang Zhengyang said definitively, knowing his younger brother all too well.

"It's a private matter, I can handle it," Fang Qingyang said, for no apparent reason, not wanting to escalate the situation.

"Okay, take good care of your injury. I have other things to do, so I'll be going now." After saying that, he stood up, turned around, and left.

Fang Qingyang carried an untouched breakfast into the room, only to find Shen Bei unable to stand, lying on the floor grinning foolishly, drooling all over the place.

Fang Qingyang gave him a rather disdainful look, thinking to himself, "This dream is too intense, too beautiful, and too long."

Judging from his appearance, he won't be able to eat breakfast.

Looking up at the small sofa by the window, I saw that it was empty. Oh right, yesterday I could see a cloud of fog, that was because I applied the unknown liquid brought by Shen Bei.

He carried the breakfast over and said to the air on the sofa, "Breakfast is ready."

He waited a moment, just when he thought the annoying guy was gone or wouldn't answer.

A clear, gentle male voice came from beside me, “Have you ever seen a ghost eat human food?”

Fang Qingyang was speechless when Ning Qing asked him a question. He had only come over to say hello and make a conversation; he hadn't actually come to deliver breakfast.

"You are the first ghost I have ever seen. Before that, I was an atheist."

"Now that you've seen it, what are your thoughts?" Ning Qing's emotionless voice rang out.

Fang Qingyang had cursed this annoying ghost a thousand times in his heart. What the hell could he possibly think? Damn it.

Impatient with continuing the argument with Ning Qing, Fang Qingyang cut to the chase and asked, "What do you want in return for releasing my friend?"

Ning Qing clicked her tongue twice in her mind. What a short-tempered and impatient brat.

Ning Qing pretended to be deep in thought and didn't say anything, watching the little brat's face darken little by little.

I was secretly amused; the little rascal is so easily teased.