Wen Ning leaned against the doorframe.
He looked at the frantic middle-aged woman before him.
Then he glanced at Zhang Siyu, who was itching to get involved.
He promptly pushed Zhang Siyu back into her chair.
"Finish your fried rice first. Look at how excited you are. Anyone would think you'd won the lottery."
Then Wen Ning turned to the middle-aged woman.
"Ma'am, what's your name?"
The middle-aged woman hurriedly introduced herself.
"My surname is Ma. My name is Ma Lanlan.
"Zhou Hu sent me here.
"You remember Zhou Hu, don't you? The man you helped with his bad luck last time.
"He said you could handle a lot of things other people couldn't, Mr. Wen, so I wanted to ask for your help."
Wen Ning nodded. Another referral from a returning customer.
"Ms. Ma, what's happened?"
Ma Lanlan nervously pinched the hem of her clothes, as though afraid something that shouldn't hear her might be listening.
"Mr. Wen, I think my son might be possessed by a ghost."
Zhang Siyu slapped her chopsticks down on the table, her eyes lighting up as though she had discovered a whole new world.
"Possessed by a ghost? That's right up my alley! I'm a Direct Disciple of Dragon-Tiger Mountain. Slaying demons and exorcising evil is what I do. Vengeful spirits, wandering souls, Earthbound Spirits—I've dealt with them all!"
"Calm down first."
Wen Ning raised a hand and pushed the excited Zhang Siyu back down again.
"We've barely heard anything, and you're already saying it's right up your alley."
He continued questioning Ma Lanlan.
"Ms. Ma, don't worry. Take your time.
"How old is your son?
"When did he start acting strangely?
"Besides your feeling that he's possessed, have you noticed any specific signs?"
"Just relax and take your time."
Wen Ning guided