By the time I looked up from my drama again, they'd already started moving.
Zhou Chenghai was the one directing it.
He didn't ask for agreement. He assigned tasks like he expected them to be followed—his voice level, his instructions precise, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. Xu Zhenlan would handle internal systems. Jian Yuche and Wei Lingyun would assess the entrances. He would coordinate and monitor.
And for once, no one pushed back.
Zhenlan shifted toward the security panel near the hallway without a word. Yuche moved toward the front entrance, Lingyun falling into step behind him. Chenghai stayed in the center of the living room for a moment, watching them disperse, then turned and headed toward the kitchen to check the rear access points.
No one raised their voice.
No one argued.
They just worked.
