"Me?"
Zhao Ying'er hesitated for a moment and said, "Mr. Fang, my origins, you will know one day."
She smiled, "Not on the opposite side."
Fang Che nodded.
The speculation in his heart deepened further.
"Over there, there's a separate row of small houses, nine in total. They're for the nine little guys to stay."
Fang Che pointed and said, "There's also a separate training ground... everything else like bathing, washing faces, conveniences, etc... is fully equipped too."
"That's great."
Ye Meng was also considering this issue.
After all, the little guys can't stay in the Inspection Hall forever; it wouldn't look good, turning a proper functional department into a kindergarten. Nobody would say anything for a short time, but for the long term, there would definitely be complaints.
Seeing that Fang Che had already arranged everything, Ye Meng was relieved.
