"Hold on, I'll go ask for the specifics," Xia Yue said to Yan Mo and the others, then got up, took a plate of dim sum and a cup of tea, and walked over.
"Gents, can you share that story you were talking about? I love odd and intriguing tales," Xia Yue put her dim sum and tea on the adjacent table, took a seat on an empty chair and looked at them with an expression of keen interest.
"What are you doing, miss?" The two men were slightly baffled by her actions.
"I overheard you speaking about a gentleman named Tian who committed suicide and something to do with ghosts. I'm curious and wanted to hear more, so I came over to ask. Let's chat over some food," Xia Yue said with a grin, pushing the dim sum in their direction.
The two men eyed the dim sum on the table, a specialty of this teahouse and quite expensive. They wouldn't usually splurge on such treats themselves, but they now had the chance to enjoy them in exchange for sharing their story, which seemed like a pretty good deal.