Many people had come to the house, but the atmosphere in the living room had become extremely oppressive.
Yeying quietly observed these individuals who seemed to hail from various walks of society. Their attires were not uniform; their ages, identities, and genders had no commonalities, yet they all radiated a similar aura.
The middle-aged man who arrived first had a scruffy beard and appeared no different from a vagrant on the streets.
When he entered, he was carrying a bag full of ribs.
Yeying guessed that this must be Sammuen from the phone call. When he entered, Song Lan greeted him warmly as Old Sa and casually chatted about the recent situation in District Seventeen.
