Due to the war-torn era, there were people losing their families, becoming widows or orphans, and families being torn apart all the time.
So when Xiao Chen came to the fourth floor, he found that there were even more people here than on the first floor.
There were a total of twelve windows on the fourth floor, and in front of eleven of them, there were long queues.
Many people had found out the information they wanted and left in a hurry.
There were also many who received the news they least wished to hear and collapsed in tears, only to be led away by the staff.
Xiao Chen bypassed those eleven windows with the long queues and walked to the last one where there was hardly any queue.
Inside the window, an imposing elder was half-leaning on his chair with his eyes slightly closed, exuding an air of arrogance.
After thinking for a moment, Xiao Chen asked, "Can I inquire about something here, and why is no one queuing?"
