The next morning, the entrance of the Gu Family's small courtyard was bustling with people.
The military wives from the entire compound seemed to have arranged it beforehand, crowding around to block the already small courtyard completely.
The new head of the logistics department, Chief Zhou, led a group of ten department officers, standing in a line in the center of the courtyard.
Each person wore a look of discomfort and embarrassment, especially Mr. Li at the end of the line, with his head hung low almost to his chest, his face a mix of blue and white like yesterday's pig head meat.
Lin Wan Yi stood on the steps of her house, while Gu Yanshen resembled a silent iron tower beside her.
She said nothing, just quietly watched them.
Chief Zhou felt his scalp tingle under the circumstances, forcing himself to step forward, clear his throat, and then swiftly bent over in a standard ninety-degree bow.
"Mr. Lin! I'm sorry!"
