Everyone in the hall smiled at Sunday's words, and the once-silent atmosphere grew lively again.
Uncle Fu stepped forward, looking somewhat ashamed.
"Sir, I..."
Sunday smiled and took his hand.
"I understand, Uncle Fu. It's all right. I am still the same gentleman you knew."
Then Sunday joined in the work as well. Thanks to Qian Renxue's specific instructions, the place had long since seen considerable improvements and had all the facilities it needed.
As a result, the members of the Imperial Fighting Team quickly adapted to the work, moving from tentative attempts to fitting right in.
They worked until dusk, only finishing when the Charity Hall closed.
Yu Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and leaned against Osler.
"Ugh, I'm dead tired."
Unlike Ye Lingling, they knew nothing of medicine, nor were they as good as Ning Rongrong at looking after children, so they could only do the heavy lifting.
Although that was easy enough for Soul Masters, constantly carrying things back and forth was truly agonizing for someone as restless as Yu Feng.
Osler pushed Yu Feng away and shot him a glance.
"You think you're tired and I'm not? Go cool off somewhere else."
Ning Rongrong, standing on the other side, was in completely the opposite state. She stretched, her face brimming with satisfaction.
She had made those children cry seven times today-a feat she had rarely managed since turning eight.
"Children really are the most fun."
Sunday clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.
"I'm very pleased with your performance. At the very least, your last experience wasn't wasted on you.
Now, get some proper rest. More challenges await us."
"Huh? There's more?"
Yu Feng let out a wail and shuffled into the house. The others laughed at the sight.
"Get to bed early."
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