Yang Xiao had only a little bit of bread and milk for breakfast, which barely sufficed for a meal. Now that he had left the apartment, he naturally wanted to find an opportunity to have a good feast.
He couldn't go back to the last place, as visiting too often might give him away. So, he switched to a different place and repeated his old trick, this time even scoring two large chicken drumsticks.
The others followed suit, dispersing to beg and scrounge meals. In fact, some of them had money, but they couldn't spend it—it was necessary for other things.
Li Qingxuan still followed Yang Xiao, and after the two had eaten their fill, they began to discuss in low voices in the restaurant. Li Qingxuan repeatedly emphasized that he had nothing to do with the female ghost.
Yang Xiao felt a bit stuffed as he picked his teeth, giving Li Qingxuan a meaningful glance, "I don't know the female ghost either, so say whatever you want."