When Yang Ping, out of breath, found Tang Qianqian, she was holding a burger and standing near a crowd of people, listening intently to the ghost story aficionados recounting their tales.
Congyun Hotel, a relic of a previous era, only managed to keep up with the times in terms of its dining services, adopting the most popular prepaid fast food concept. The brand of the burgers was even the same as the ones Tang Qianqian usually stocked up on at home. The slogan on them read, "No cooking skills required, just hands."
The only difference was that you might find a finger made of maple sugar in your air-fried fries.
After inviting Yang Ping inside and ordering another "Congyun Thrilling Combo," she said, "You said I was killed?"
"Although it sounds unbelievable, you must believe me."
"Of course I believe."
Tang Qianqian was incredibly calm.
