Amira was noticeably taken aback by the concern for returning tenants.
She, who had been sitting by the window deep in thought, remained seated upon hearing the words.
However, her body instantly tensed up, and without uttering a sound, her fists clenched slightly, adopting a defensive posture.
At least she wasn't too rude, as symbolic patterns of law didn't appear on her body.
Meanwhile, Fu Qian had already walked to the side and put on a coat.
"What happened to you?"
It seemed only now did she notice his sorry state. Staring at the parts not covered by the coat, Amira's gaze flickered for a moment before she finally spoke, her voice notably dry.
"I got hurt during the night shift."
Fu Qian nonchalantly closed the wardrobe, then took out a leftover dessert from the side.
After sniffing it and confirming the scent was only slightly diminished, he sat down contentedly.
