Tang Shu had no intention of explaining things to the crowd—of course, to this day, she hadn't even glanced at the livestream chat. She was solely focused on quickening her pace to get home and find her long-missing father.
Their arrival triggered a cacophony of calls from the poultry. Tang Shu casually grabbed a handful of feed from a wooden bucket hanging off the fence and tossed it to them, instantly quelling the commotion.
Then, she carelessly tossed her backpack onto an age-old stone, scanned the house quickly, room by room, and finally stopped at a low stone corner at the edge of the building.
There hung a military green coat—an oversized one, at that.
"Be careful—the stones here are iced over, it's slippery."
"Thank you, Miss Tang, I'll watch my step."
Tang Shu gave a brief reminder before taking the lead down the stone steps. A bone-chilling wind at least several degrees colder than outside swooshed through, nearly making the cameraman shiver again.
