Song Yi poured her a glass of water, using a disposable paper cup.
Jhiang Yuan took it, thanked him, and then formally addressed the issue.
"I think they're doing it on purpose, taking advantage of the unstable weather to form cliques, who knows what kind of mess they could stir up."
The incident at Ye Mianmian's house was still vivid in her memory.
"Yes, we can't let our guard down.
Those with supplies probably wouldn't want to follow them.
Those he can recruit are likely those without food or a place to live."
Jhiang Yuan nodded, his thoughts coinciding with her own.
"Then we have even less reason to get involved with him."
Unspoken was the notion: We have food and drink, isn't it better to just enjoy our own little lives?
"Hmm, this group of people probably won't give up so easily.
We're not giving them face, and they're bound to be suspicious.
Let alone others, that Sun Yian is very good at sowing discord."
