Holding the vegetables, she walked back to her neighbor Flan's doorstep: she had been spending more time going directly to Flan's house lately. She helped Flan cook, tidy up the house, and treated herself as a caretaker to feel justified in taking the money Flan and Charlie gave her.
A young man in uniform was standing in the corridor, not doing anything apparent. Flan looked at him with some wariness, her hand in her pocket gripping her keys tightly.
There was only Flan, a young girl, and her, an elderly woman, at home. If he had ill intentions, they could easily suffer a loss. Although under the governance of the Tang Army, Hotwind Port's security was fairly good, one must be extra cautious in such chaotic times.
"Who... are you? What are you doing here?" Curley asked with a frown. She observed him closely. If he showed any suspicious reaction, she would use Charlie's position as a government official to intimidate him.
