Master Zhan, your daughter has gone out to catch ghosts again.

"When he so confidently asserted that I stole Cha Min's bank card, I was terrified. There were no security cameras in Cha Min's room, so how could he have known? I denied it, but he didn't believe me and was convinced it was me, even having evidence. He had me in the bag, and in the end, I had no choice but to compromise. The next day, he complained that my bedroom skills were too poor and broke up with me, offering me a million-yuan breakup fee, which I accepted. But not long after, Cha Min found out that I had stolen her bank card and used it to blackmail me, demanding that I kill her sister for her and give me money, or else she would sue me. Of course, I chose the former because I was short of money and loved money."

“But I was not the one who actually killed Cha Min’s sister. I’m willing to bet my spirit that I absolutely did not push her.”

Yoyo knew that the Qi-eating ghost wasn't lying, so she didn't interrupt and continued listening.

“But the moment she fell off the building, I went up to the roof. The real murderer ran away, and everyone assumed I was the murderer. I was scared. I was scared of going to jail, so I ran away into the mountains and then committed suicide.”

The ghost covered its face and wept, then suddenly said, "Little Taoist, if you want me to be reincarnated, then help me kill Cha Min. It was because of her that I committed suicide."

"Are you threatening me?" The little dumpling jumped up, put its hands on its hips, puffed out its cheeks, and looked at the air-eating ghost with a fierce but cute expression.

“I’m not threatening you, I’m making a deal with you. Didn’t you say you could fulfill my unfinished wish? My wish is to see Cha Min die.”

"You bad guy, this is clearly your fault. You broke the law and stole other people's money."

"Hey, do you need Daddy's help?" Zhan Guiting said, pulling out a gun from who-knows-where.

"No."

The little dumpling raised her hand and glanced at Zhan Guiting, her little eyes seeming to say, "Daddy, don't worry about it, this is between me and Guigui."

Zhan Guiting didn't bother with it.

"So what if it's immoral? She just had to show off in front of me, and I..."

Seeing that the Qi-eating ghost was still stubborn, Yoyo jumped over, pounced on her, and began punching and kicking her without any mercy.

When faced with the disobedient and stubborn Gui Gui, Master Fu said that a beating would be enough.

The Qi-eating ghost was beaten black and blue by YoYo. YoYo swung her fist and said in a cute but fierce tone, "Do you admit defeat?"

"I give up, I give up, I give up!" The Qi-eating ghost was terrified of being beaten.

This little dumpling is incredibly strong; if it keeps hitting it, it feels like its spirit is about to split apart.

"Hmph." Yoyo snorted and jumped off the air-eating ghost.

Black Impermanence grinned from ear to ear.

This little guy has inherited my true skills; he's ruthless and doesn't talk much. I like him very much.

White Impermanence looked at Yoyo, then at Black Impermanence, and was also helpless. Although violence is unacceptable, sometimes it is not necessarily unacceptable.

"Take me to Cha Min tomorrow. I need to find out who killed Cha Min's sister." YoYo looked down at the Qi-eating ghost.

"Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm..." The Qi-eating ghost was terrified of Yoyo and nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice.

Seeing that the Qi-eating ghost had agreed, Yoyo took the spirit pot and put the Qi-eating ghost back in.

"Yoyo, leave the investigation of the murderer to the police." Zhan Guiting hurriedly stopped Yoyo from personally investigating the murder case.

This is too dangerous. Yoyo is only three years old. Even with all her Taoist skills, she is still at risk of getting hurt.

"But..."

"No buts, you're not allowed to go! It's too dangerous."

Zhan Guiting interrupted YoYo directly, his attitude firm, his eyes cold and piercing, and his whole body exuding a terrifying aura.

Yoyo looked up at Zhan Guiting with her big, teary eyes, her little mouth pouting, a little scared, and dared not speak.

Seeing his elder brother so angry, Zhan Juzhou couldn't help but shiver.

Zhan Guiting turned his head away, not looking at her, afraid that he would soften his heart and agree.

Investigating a murderer is extremely dangerous; even a professional police officer with ten or twenty years of experience could die in the line of duty, let alone a three-year-old toddler.

……

At midnight, Zhan Juzhou lay in bed, unable to sleep. He couldn't understand why his older brother treated Jin Xi so specially, but treated his younger sister Zhan Luya like a stranger.

Unable to contain his suspicions any longer, he went to Zhan Guiting's room.

Zhan Guiting wasn't asleep either. He lay on his side, propping his forehead up with his hand, looking at the sleeping little guy beside him. His eyes were calm and still, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"Big brother," Zhan Juzhou called softly from the doorway.

Zhan Guiting looked up and saw Zhan Juzhou. He probably guessed why this kid was looking for him so late at night instead of sleeping.

Zhan Guiting glanced at the air conditioner temperature, pulled the small blanket over YoYo's little belly, and then left the room and went to the living room.

The two brothers sat facing each other.

"Big brother, you wouldn't actually have fallen for Jinxi, would you?"

Zhan Juzhou asked.

Zhan Guiting leisurely lit a cigarette, held it between his well-defined knuckles, took a drag, and the swirling smoke added a touch of hazy beauty.

As the smoke cleared, Zhan Guiting slowly spoke, "Use your 250 IQ brain to think about why my daughter would call Jinxi 'Little Aunt' for no reason."

"Huh?" Zhan Juzhou scratched his head in surprise.

Suddenly, he remembered what YoYo had said about a real aunt and a fake aunt.

According to YoYo's fortune-telling abilities...

Zhan Juzhou's eyes widened, and suddenly his face was filled with disbelief as he shouted, "No way, how is this possible?"

Helpless, Zhan Guiting took out his phone, tossed it on the coffee table, spread his hands, and leaned back lazily on the sofa.

Zhan Juzhou picked up his phone and saw an electronic version of a paternity test.

The probability of a biological parent-child relationship is 99%.

"This...this, this, this..."

When Zhan Juzhou saw the paternity test results, he was so shocked that his tongue got tied, and he stammered, unable to utter a single complete sentence.