Liu Qingci turned to look.
Old Beggar had already begun wielding his chopsticks like the wind, feasting with gusto.
Tao Tao's face was full of black lines.
Shen Yi raised his cup, a smile at the corner of his lips.
He quietly watched Old Beggar devour food like a starving wolf and drink like a whale gulping water.
Liu Qingci felt somewhat flustered.
She wondered if she had done something wrong, if she should not have so casually displayed her sympathy.
After all, the reason she was still alive—
Was only because she relied on Tao Tao and Shen Yi's protection.
Liu Qingci sat down uneasily.
Tao Tao glared at Shen Yi, puffing with anger. In just this short while, Old Beggar had already eaten more than half the dishes on the table.
He had downed bowl after bowl of strong liquor.
The jug was nearly empty.
Liu Qingci had barely touched any of it.
But Tao Tao was by no means foolish.
Shen Yi must have had a reason for doing this. The only possibility was that the beggar before them was no ordinary man.
She focused her senses and examined him again.
After a long while.
She still found nothing.
No matter how she looked at him, he was merely an ordinary old man soaked in fermented rice wine.
Eh?
Tao Tao suddenly noticed a subtle blind spot.
Though Old Beggar was dressed in rags and utterly unkempt, he did not carry the sour stench common to beggars.
He did not even have the ordinary body odor of regular people.
Tao Tao refused to believe it.
As if by accident, she leaned closer to Liu Qingci and took a careful sniff. A faint fragrance unique to women drifted into her nose.
She then swayed to the other side.