It's all my fault for overreacting when I heard the word "hotel".

With a hint of embarrassment, she said to Ning Qing, "Thank you for your help, you took us back to the hotel and even booked rooms for us."

"Alright, it's good that you're awake now. Does your head hurt?"

Fang Qingyang was stunned for a moment. He never expected that a ghost would care about him. In the past, they had only been fighting each other.

Why does this sudden concern feel so unreal?

Seeing the little brat staring blankly, Ning Qing casually tossed him a pill.

"If you take this pill, your headache will stop."

Fang Qingyang looked at the dark pills in his hand and felt a little ashamed.

I used to think that ghosts were bad things, and I had a preconceived prejudice against this ghost.

Looking back now, I realize that the ghost's obstruction wasn't malicious; it was just my impulsiveness.

Fang Qingyang scratched his head sheepishly, looking anxious and uneasy.

"before……".

"What happened before?"

Ning Qing noticed the little boy's embarrassment and deliberately teased him.

“I used to be a bit of a jerk and I was prejudiced against you, but you didn’t mean me any harm.”

Fang Qingyang closed his eyes, quickly finished speaking, and then took a deep breath.

Ning Qing waved her hand dismissively, "Just remember, Dad will always love you."

After saying that, she turned and left quickly. Ning Qing knew that the little brat would definitely get angry if he heard that.

Sigh, the little brat is not cute at all. He always refuses to acknowledge his old father. I need to remind him more often in front of him.

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyang was furious. This ghost was still so wicked. He glared angrily at Ning Qing's back.

I slammed my fist on the bed. This ghost is as hateful as ever, always trying to take advantage of me.

Shen Bei, who was still asleep, was startled awake by the sudden noise. He jumped up and kept shouting, "Earthquake! Earthquake! Run!"

Seeing Fang Qingyang standing motionless by the bed, she ran over and pulled him along.

No matter how much he pulled, Fang Qingyang remained standing there motionless.

But why is the way he's looking at me so strange? It's like he's looking at an idiot.

No, this must be my imagination. Why would my best friend look at me like that?

Shen Bei rubbed his eyes, wanting to see more clearly.

Fang Qingyang, both amused and exasperated, slapped Shen Bei on the head and asked, "Are you awake yet?"

His tone and expression made it seem as if he would slap Shen Bei again if he said he wasn't awake yet.

Shen Bei quickly nodded to indicate that he was awake and that there was no need to pat him anymore; such force would really make him stupid.

Shen Bei looked around. He was in a room. Wasn't he drinking with Fang Qingyang? He woke up lying in bed.

"Bro, thanks! I didn't expect you to be able to find a room to sleep after drinking so much. You have an incredible capacity for alcohol!!"

He put his arm around Fang Qingyang's shoulder and grinned, "How come I didn't know you could drink so much better than me before? Let me tell you a secret, did you secretly train your drinking capacity?"

Fang Qingyang pushed Shen Bei away with disgust, took two steps back to keep his distance, and asked, "Is stupidity contagious?"

Thinking to himself: If this idiot knew that the ghost had brought them back to the hotel and booked their room last night, I wonder what he would do?

Fang Qingyang knew that after that ghost-catching operation a year ago, this guy hadn't mentioned wanting to be the best ghost catcher again.

Ning Qing returned to her room and buried herself in the soft, warm blankets.

Fall asleep in an instant with your eyes closed.