Qi Sinian had brought her to the Houhai area on his motorcycle. It was late, but the nearby bars were still glowing, and many stalls in the food street remained open. Qi Sinian parked the motorcycle at the mouth of an alley, and they wandered inside for a casual stroll. Zhong Xiran's eyes landed on a street vendor selling fried scorpions. The scorpions were skewered, their legs still twitching. Sh