Nangong Shaofeng stood in front of them and looked at two schoolchildren in the schoolhouse. "Make some tea for our guests."
"Yes, Mister." The two eleven or twelve-year-old schoolchildren hurriedly stood up.
Ye Jingtang raised his finger slightly. "No need. I'm just here to take a look as a matter of routine. It's getting dark. Isn't school over yet?"
Nangong Shaofeng gestured to the sky. "It's raining heavily, and many children don't have umbrellas. We'll let them go back when the rain stops to prevent them from catching a cold."
Ye Jingtang turned his head and looked at the constables behind him. "Go find some umbrellas. The children are growing, so it's not good to study on an empty stomach."
"Yes, Sir." A Black Office constable behind him cupped his hands and quickly ran out of the alley.
