Yun Zhe smiled awkwardly. He sensed what the children around him were thinking; it seemed that being a servant wasn't a pleasant job.
In truth, Andrew didn't explain everything clearly. This wasn't entirely his fault; he only addressed the most normal and common situations, omitting the exceptions. However, these exceptions mostly occurred among the poor servants.
Yun Zhe's brows furrowed, not because he was angry at the children's resistance, but because the children's negative thoughts and actions towards the servants shocked him.
Yun Zhe smiled wryly, looked around, and cleared his throat. "It's okay..."
A hand was raised, and a girl wrapped in tattered gray cloth, her face covered in soot and her hair dry and disheveled, looked timidly at Yun Zhe and whispered, "I, I... I'm willing..."
Yun Zhe was taken aback, and the children around him looked at the girl with different expressions. Yun Zhe thought for a moment. Andrew didn't seem to have said that the girl couldn't have it. He walked towards the girl, squatted down, and asked, "I'm glad you're willing, but we still need to ask your parents first."
"Teacher, no need, her parents are dead!" A little boy with a round face said this with great pride.
The little girl glared angrily and swung her fist at the boy's head, quick, accurate, and hard. The little boy, in pain, darted aside, bumping into two or three other children. Yun Zhe quickly pulled the girl away. Seeing that the surrounding children were about to gang up on him, Yun Zhe suddenly picked up the little girl and blocked the surrounding fists. "Quiet down, all of you! Stop! I agree. From now on, she will be my page."
Yun Zhe flicked his sleeve, picked up the little girl with one hand, and walked out of the fence.
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