"More hands make for faster work." Kloer patted Gu Ning's shoulder. "They all work for me, so don't worry."
Seeing the work uniforms on the Beastmen and a few vaguely familiar faces, the wariness in Gu Ning's eyes faded.
Kloer poked his head into her bedroom and asked, "Which things are yours?"
Gu Ning wrote: *They're all mine.*
The bedroom had been empty to begin with; she and Barto had furnished it bit by bit.
Kloer gave the bedroom a cursory glance, then directed his men to start moving everything out.
Gu Ning saw that everything she needed to pack was ready, so she left the rest for the Beastmen to carry.
Feeling it was best not to stand in their way, she went to the living room.
Watching the room she had lived in for almost two months being emptied out like this, Gu Ning felt a little wistful.
After two seconds of wistfulness, she ran to the doorway and stared intently at the closed door of 509 across the hall.
