After navigating through various crowded and narrow passageways, we finally stopped in front of a row of oversized shipping containers.

"The two boxes on the far right of the first row are the living quarters for Group 67, but one of them has been occupied by those people, and we are all crammed into the other one now."

Qi Xing spoke to Jiang Nian'an and the others as he walked in that direction.

Even before you get close, you can already hear the noisy card-playing sounds coming from the container at the very end.

Zheng Yiwen paused, glancing at the director of the welfare home.

The director of the welfare home kept his head down and remained silent.

He appeared calm, but was actually drenched in sweat.

If she still can't guess what happened after getting this far, then she's not worthy of being the dean!

"An'an, let Chai Ning handle this. We'll wait here for the results."

As they approached the door, Zheng Yiwen suddenly called out to Jiang Nian'an and gestured to the orphanage director, Chai Ning, to handle the matter.

Jiang Nian'an understood his intention after a moment's thought and took a few steps back.

She wouldn't overstep her bounds and give others cause for criticism.

Chai Ning knew that Zheng Yiwen was giving her a chance, so she quickly waved to the back and led a dozen or so capable men to push open the door and rush in.

The people inside were having a great time when their fun was suddenly ruined, and they were about to start swearing.

The next second, he was pinned to the ground and rubbed against the ground by the people Chai Ning brought in. While struggling, he looked up and saw Chai Ning, whose face was as black as ink.

"Dean, Dean..."

One of them shuddered and shouted, then collapsed to the ground like a dead dog and lay motionless.

The others also realized that something was very wrong, and they thought to themselves that they were doomed.

Chai Ning looked around and became increasingly angry.

Most of the lunch I delivered to the children at noon was still untouched, piled up in the corner, with two large sacks scattered around it.

The purpose of burlap sacks is self-evident.

The two bags of smokeless charcoal that were distributed were piled up to the side, unopened.

The clothes for keeping warm were also untouched.

A small door had been opened between the two containers at some point, and it was now partially ajar.

Chai Ning walked over and pushed open the door, a damp and musty smell wafted out.

She frowned as she walked over and fumbled for the light switch, but the light didn't turn on.

A small flame emerged from Chai Ning's palm, barely illuminating the entire space.

Looking up, I found that the light bulbs in both the front and back areas had been removed and were nowhere to be found.

Below, 13 four-tiered iron bunk beds were crammed together, and the children who should have been napping on them were nowhere to be found.

One-third of the beds were empty, without even a bed frame.

The remaining beds still had the bed boards and were covered with mattresses or similar items, but they weren't the ones issued by the welfare home.

Instead, it was a bunch of clumps of cotton wool, hardened in texture, black and smelly, completely useless for keeping warm.

The same goes for blankets; there are no pillows at all.

The two stoves that were distributed were now just half-built chimneys lying on the ground, and the entire container was as cold as an icebox.

Chai Ning's anger surged, and for the first time, he had the thought of killing someone.

Those bastards!