Mr. Li must be Very Kind
Deng. Deng.
The sound of a steel stick hitting the steel incense holder echoed all over the fourth floor. Ironically, everyone who heard it fell right asleep even if they were just awakened by it. A middle-aged woman walked through the hallway, leading a group of six people.
They were all in a strange white coat with no prints of emblems on their bodies. They all wore white face masks to cover the lower half of their faces, and some of them were carrying bags. At the back of the group were Song Qixi and Chu Youlan in their regular Wangguan uniforms.
The woman was marveling at the sound of the incense holder while taking note of the effects on the others. Song Qixi, however, was more focused on the people in white garments. He was watching them very carefully, in case one of them suddenly reacted to something.