He wasn't a fool; he was very clear about what this meant.
An opportunity, this was a chance.
In the mansion, there were many rooms; even if these six thousand people each had their own room, it would be enough, let alone when most of them were familiar with sharing rooms.
Back in the room, Mu Xin took out a tattered white robe from the cabinet by the bed.
A stench emanated from this tattered garment, but Mu Xin felt it was very familiar, as it was clothing he had worn in the past.
The first time they went to bathe, Lin Qian had instructed them to keep these old clothes and not discard them.
At that time, Mu Xin wondered why there was such a strange order; now he finally understood why.
"Brother!" At this moment, his sister also returned to the room and saw her brother already dressed in the old slave clothes.
"What's wrong?" he said as he quickly ran out of the room and rolled on the roadside in front of the house, smearing dust on his face.
