Downstairs, a few dim candles lit the floor, illuminating a small area that was unexpectedly packed with so many people, including numerous children. The four of them were stunned.
A man looked around the crowd and finally fixed his gaze on Feng Yao and Lu Chen.
The aura emanating from these two men seemed far from ordinary.
The four approached them cautiously and hesitantly, not knowing what to say. Their eyes, however, sometimes flicked towards the large iron pot in front of Su Mo with a wolfish gleam.
Su Mo pretended not to notice and after distributing everything from the pot, she opened a can of meat and scooped up a spoonful to eat.
"Can we have some, something to eat," a man with sunken cheeks asked hesitantly after much thought.
"We've already helped you clear the library. Asking for food, wouldn't that be a bit inappropriate?" Li Qian said, drinking his soup; his expression somewhat obscured by the steam.
