Madam Gu's voice settled between us like a calm thread cutting through the tension.
"Well," she said gently, adjusting the bundle of cloth in her hands, "it seems both of you are busy in your own ways."
I didn't respond immediately.
Yan Mo still stood near the doorway, half-turned away, as if the broken furniture inside mattered more than the conversation behind him.
That quiet indifference only made my irritation deepen.
Madam Gu glanced at him briefly, then spoke again in the same steady tone.
"There are still some things inside that need to be taken out," she said.
Yan Mo paused.
Then he gave a small nod and turned back into the house without argument.
That simple action made my brows tighten.
"Wait."
My voice came out sharper than intended.
He stopped at the doorway but didn't turn back.
I shifted my gaze to Madam Gu.
"Why are you ordering him around?" I asked directly.
The room went still for a moment.
Yan Mo didn't speak. He only stood there, listening.
