Nanzhi's sharp gaze swept over the five soaked figures, water dripping steadily from their clothes. A deep, nagging discomfort settled in her chest.
She took a step forward and spoke, her voice crisp and unwavering. "Wait. Don't bring them inside the rooms yet."
The bustling hands froze, and every pair of eyes turned toward her.
Lan Fuyou arched an eyebrow, his tone filled with mockery. "Oh? And why not?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Surely, you don't expect me to let my men suffer in the cold? How ruthless."
The Thorn Team saw an opportunity to attack Nanzhi and clicked their tongues in exaggerated disapproval, fanning the flames while fawning over Lan Fuyou.
"Poor things must be starving. And she wants them to stay outside?"
"Aiya, I heard some people are born without compassion. I just didn't think I'd see it firsthand."