"Go ahead," Xia Meng nodded. "I naturally have my own way of judging the truth."

"He's a psychologist with a clinic. It's ostensibly a charitable service, but it's actually for-profit," the fatty said, thinking for a moment. "And his main clients aren't ordinary patients, but those lonely, rich women who get empty at night. Doctor Jiang introduces them to friends, talented ones, to warm their barren hearts."

"Of course, this part costs money," the fatty emphasized. "But business has been slow lately, so he occasionally goes out to do side jobs."

Seeming to remember something, the fatty suddenly became serious. "But don't think he goes out casually. He has a special status. He's a top pick, so you have to book in advance."

"The client sends a car to pick him up, and he never sits at a regular table, only booths or private rooms," the fatty paused, then continued, "That's the bottom line."

"Okay, that's all I know." Staring at Xia Meng, the fatty swallowed and then asked tentatively in a low voice, "Do you believe me?"

"I believe your ghost!"

Xia Meng's face changed with anger. She jumped up and slapped the fatty's smooth forehead with a "smack," then grabbed his ear and said furiously, "Are you tired of living, you fatso?!"

The fatty wouldn't tell her the truth, which Xia Meng wasn't surprised by at all. At first, she only thought that the fatty would make up some fake news to deal with her.

But in order to deceive someone like her, purely fake news wouldn't work. He had to mix in some real news, at least to make it sound plausible.

And she could extract useful information from these indistinguishable true and false messages to further understand the details of the two.

After all, this fatty was easier to deceive than that sneaky Jiang Cheng.

But what surprised and angered her was that this dead fatty dared to make up such outrageous news to deceive her.

No, this was no longer deception.

This was pure teasing!

Was he treating her like an idiot?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. If she wasn't worried about making too much noise and attracting other people in the Huang Manor, Xia Meng would definitely beat this fatty up today, because he wasn't being honest!

The fatty looked aggrieved, while also becoming more convinced of one thing: Xia Meng could never defeat Doctor Jiang, not in this lifetime.

"Rustle—"

"Who?!" Xia Meng suddenly looked in one direction.

The fatty immediately followed her gaze. A small head half-exposed on the wall flashed, and then disappeared the next second.

Xia Meng released the fatty and turned to chase after him.

It was the little beggar from last night.

Although it was only a brief flash, the sharp-eyed and quick-eared fatty still recognized him. Then, he also ran quickly in the direction Xia Meng was chasing.

Xia Meng was very fast, and the fatty fell far behind from the start. So, he glanced at the approximate location and chose to chase along another path.

This path was the one they had taken before. First, it was relatively safer. With Doctor Jiang not around, survival was the top priority.

Second, there was a lake on the opposite side, and the other person couldn't run across the lake. So, taking this path was the most likely way to intercept him.

Sure enough, the little beggar, ragged all over, was walking unsteadily along the wall, holding his hands out to the sides, as if to maintain his balance.

Just as he squatted down, preparing to jump down from the wall, he suddenly discovered the fatty squatting behind the rockery.

He was startled, and his body swayed, almost falling from the steep high wall.

"Be careful!" the fatty subconsciously reminded him.

The person dressed as a little beggar immediately looked back after steadying himself, seemingly wanting to retreat the way he came. But judging from his expression, it seemed that Xia Meng had already chased after him, and wasn't far away.

He had nowhere to retreat; behind him was the lake.

Even so, he didn't drop the broken bowl in his hand. The broken bowl was already empty, and the steamed bun was gone. It seemed he had accidentally lost it while running away.

He turned his head, looked at the lake behind him, and his throat rolled involuntarily. Gradually, he seemed to have made up his mind.

"Don't!" the fatty said, looking at him. "Don't jump! That lake is not right. It's dangerous to go down there!"

At this moment, he had already seen the person's appearance clearly. Although he was ragged all over and his face was dirty, judging from the exposed skin and the thin, small body, he should still be a child.

While comforting him, the fatty slowly retreated, looking at him very sincerely and saying, "I won't hurt you." He paused. "You can come down slowly and then take my path."

The person on the wall stared at him warily. Gradually, the sound of rapid footsteps could already be heard in the distance.

It should be that Xia Meng was almost here.

The person standing on the wall looked in one direction, then looked at the fatty, seemingly weighing the options.

But in the end, he slowly squatted down and jumped cleanly from the wall.

After landing, he immediately distanced himself from the fatty.

After discovering that the fatty didn't make any moves, he turned around and prepared to run.

"Wait!"

The person dressed as a beggar paused, then looked at the fatty with a wary gaze, seemingly feeling that this person had deceived him.

Until he saw the fatty take out a white steamed bun from his pocket, then took out another one from his arms, put the two together, then turned around and tore off a large leaf from a nearby tree, placing the steamed buns on it.

"You must be hungry." The fatty put the steamed buns on the ground, then took a few steps back and said, "Take it back and eat it. I know what it's like to be hungry."

"Next time you're hungry, you can come find me," the fatty said. "Don't steal anymore."

Looking at the white steamed buns, the person dressed as a little beggar swallowed, then ran over, grabbed the leaf wrapping the steamed buns, and ran away.

By the time Xia Meng chased after him, he was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is he?" Xia Meng asked, panting heavily.

"He ran away." The fatty also panted heavily. "He's familiar with the terrain. I couldn't stop him."

"It seems he's been active in this area for a long time." Xia Meng stared at the wall.

She had chased along the wall, but after all, she didn't know the way and went around in circles, finally letting him escape.

"Let's go back first," the fatty suggested.

It had been a while since they set out, and the position of the sun had also shifted.

Xia Meng glanced at the unfamiliar environment nearby, and a sense of unease arose in her heart. "Let's go back first," Xia Meng said. "We'll find a way to catch him next time."

"Okay."

After the two left, a wooden door that was not easily noticed at the corner suddenly opened, and then a gray little head poked out.

After blinking a few times, he lowered his head, and in the broken bowl held tightly in his two hands were two white steamed buns.