Khalid's house was more spacious and tidy than expected.
Although not very wealthy, the hostess, Lete, was evidently a woman of great taste, keeping this small home clean and neat.
"Please, sit down."
He invited everyone to the living room, and a few sat down on the sofa.
Unlike the MSL families Song Heping had visited before, the décor here leaned more towards European style.
Khalid introduced himself as a professor of English literature at Aden University, his wife Lete as a doctor, and their daughter Nina, who had just turned six.
The little girl curiously stared at the three strangers, especially at Nura — the Eastern man with bloodstains on his face and shoulders, who both frightened and intrigued her.
"Have you eaten anything yet?"
Looking at the disheveled trio, Khalid's first thought was about food.
Speaking of food, they really hadn't eaten.
In that life-and-death situation earlier, there was no time to eat…
"We actually haven't."
Antonov was not shy at all.
