"What's the matter?"
Greg Jensen was somewhat displeased, having finally found some leisure to chat with Zhou Jiumei, when Thomas Lampe came to seek him out.
Thomas Lampe spoke in a low voice, "Recently, some individuals of unknown identity have been appearing near our manor, and they often peer into the manor compound."
Greg Jensen's eyebrows knit together, then relaxed as he turned to Zhou Jiumei and said,
"Jiumei, I'll come to see you again in a few days. Practice well, and if you need anything, just tell the people below."
"Mm, you go and be busy, I'm very comfortable here," Zhou Jiumei said with a smile.
Greg Jensen nodded, stepped outside with Thomas Lampe, and his expression immediately darkened as he asked, "How many people?"
Thomas Lampe answered, "Usually, it's a group of two or three. They stroll around the entrance and then leave; occasionally they'll even chat with our servants, seemingly inquiring about your whereabouts."
