My backyard leads to the underworld. I became famous by selling goods.

Just as Song Mian stood in front of Yu Bai, Yu Bai took a deep breath, and his voice was so cold that it almost froze people.

"I'm not Yu Bai." Yu Bai raised the corners of his lips, revealing a mischievous smile. "I'm not Yu Bai, Xiao Song Song, do you remember? We've clearly met before..."

When Song Mian heard Yu Bai addressing him, he felt a chill rolling out from behind him.

The female ghost she had seen before immediately popped up in her mind.

Every move of the female ghost was lingering in Song Mian's eyes, and she was sure that it was not her illusion.

The female ghost was just like Yu Bai now. She liked to gently pick up some of her hair with her fingers, then wrap her fingers around those strands of hair, and then look at her with a half-smile.

It was too familiar. Such an expression and such an action seemed too familiar to Song Mian.

"This is impossible. You are clearly a human being. Why are you behaving like a ghost?" Song Mian's mind was blank. There were too many things she couldn't figure out.

Yu Bai chuckled. He didn't answer Song Mian's question immediately. Instead, he moved closer to her and gently lifted her chin with his finger. "Aren't you very smart? You can help so many ghosts solve their problems, but can't you see through mine now? Try harder. I believe you can do it if you work hard."

Song Mian just felt that Yu Bai was confused. She wanted to ask more questions, but she saw that Yu Bai's hands suddenly lost their strength, and then he fell towards her.

Song Mian was shocked and quickly reached out to catch Yu Bai.

Yu Bai was completely weak, and there was a burst of pain in his voice. He stammered, "I'm sorry, Miss Song Mian. I didn't mean to scare you. Please, don't be afraid of me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"What's wrong with you?" Song Mian asked a question and found that Yu Bai had fainted due to exhaustion.

Seeing Yu Bai suddenly falling unconscious, Song Mian panicked and immediately called 120.

At the same time, he called Ling Jiao, and Song Mian got on the ambulance with the medical staff. After arriving at the hospital, he took the unconscious Yu Bai for examination.

Yu Bai seemed to be simply exhausted. Apart from being a little malnourished, no problems were found after a round of examination.

Following Yu Bai to the general ward, Song Mian waited for a while and then saw Ling Jiao who came in a hurry.

"How is Yu Bai doing now?" Ling Jiao stood in front of the bed, lowered his head and observed Yu Bai's condition.

Song Mian stood up from his seat and walked to the bedside. "The examination showed no problems. Mr. Ling, when you first asked me to contact Yu Bai, it wasn't just because you wanted me to be Yu Bai's friend, right?"

Ling Jiao didn't say anything, but his expression was twisted into a knot, and his look was enough to show his embarrassment.

"Miss Song, let's talk outside if we have anything to say." Ling Jiao made a gesture of invitation to Song Mian and led her to the corridor.

Sitting down with Ling Jiao in the empty seat, Song Mian looked at him and sighed.

"Ms. Song, you should be able to tell that Yu Bai isn't actually my biological child. When I was young, I had a comrade-in-arms who I worked with for many years. It was because of me that this comrade died. Yu Bai died at that time, and his mother couldn't bear the blow and committed suicide."

Song Mian was confused when he heard this, and looked at Ling Jiao with complicated eyes.

She had heard some stories about Ling Jiao and knew that Ling Jiao had relied on his own efforts to get to where he was today, step by step.

Needless to say, he has put in a lot of effort to get to where he is today, and he has also gone through a lot of hardships.

"I adopted Yu Bai after that. He knew about his parents, but he never resented me. He was a very sensible child. However, after he turned twelve, he suddenly changed. He became fragile and sensitive, and always said someone was following him. I didn't know what to do. I took him to see many psychologists, but he became more and more miserable..."

"He doesn't have a psychological problem. It seems that there is really something following him. I think since I met you, you should have understood that Yu Bai was not lying, so you wanted me to help Yu Bai, right?" Song Mian said.

Ling Jiao smiled calmly: "You are right. Miss Song, I have always felt guilty towards Yu Bai. Consider it a favor to you. You must help him."

"This is the first time I've encountered a situation like Yu Bai's. I can't guarantee I can help, but I'll do my best." Song Mian thought for a moment and decided to tell Ling Jiao the truth: "I have some ghost friends who might be able to help me. It's too late tonight, so I'll come back to discuss it with you tomorrow night after I've asked them."

"Okay, leave this to me. Miss Song, you can go back and rest first."

After a busy day, Song Mian felt physically and mentally exhausted. After leaving the hospital, he was sent home by Ling Jiao's driver.

After returning home, Song Mian simply washed up and fell asleep.

It felt like he had slept for a while, and when Song Mian was half asleep, he heard a loud noise coming from outside the door.

As his consciousness gradually regained, Song Mian first heard Qi Yefeng's voice.

"Stop them! Don't let them set foot in here!"

When he opened his eyes, he found that it was already dawn. Song Mian quickly got up and came to the front of the store.

Through the glass door, Song Mian saw Qi Yefeng and his bodyguards confronting the Song family outside the door.

Qi Yefeng's face was calm, and he looked composed in the face of the commotion of the Song family outside the door.

Old Master Song was forced into a wheelchair by two bodyguards. He stiffened his neck and kept yelling at Qi Yefeng, "What qualifications do you have to stop me? This is my granddaughter's shop. I'm here to see my granddaughter, not you. Get out of here!"

Qi Yefeng's attitude was very firm: "Boss Song's business is my business. If you are interested in talking to me, then we can talk it over. On the other hand, if you are not interested in talking to me, I will not force you. I can make arrangements so that you can go back and rest."

"Don't think you're great just because you have a few bucks. You've been following Song Mian around all this time. You know exactly what your purpose is!"

Song Mian listened to the voice and saw his uncle pointing at Qi Yefeng's nose and continuing to make a big fuss.

"You little bastard, I'm warning you, you'd better get out of here right now. My father's health is not good. If you accidentally hurt him, you won't be able to afford the compensation!"

"Don't worry, I won't pay a penny to people like you even if I can afford it. If you know what's good for you, just get out of the way. Otherwise, I'll call the police and ask them to come and ask you to leave." Qi Yefeng said in a strong tone.

Old Master Song looked at Qi Yefeng's stubborn attitude, gritted his teeth unwillingly, then suddenly covered his chest and began to hum.

"Ouch, my heart feels so bad! I feel like I'm having a heart attack! Someone come and take me away quickly, I can't take it anymore, help...!"

Qi Yefeng looked at Old Master Song's despicable and inferior methods with indifference, and more sneers appeared in his eyes.

Qi Yefeng didn't bother to listen to Mr. Song's nonsense. Just as he was about to ask his bodyguards to throw Mr. Song out, he saw a figure rushing towards him.