Tang Nan-a looked quite displeased.
Of course, Tang Nan-a doesn’t read the room, so her thoughts come out transparently.

“What’s up? Why are you following us? Aren’t you going home? Don’t you have a home?”

“Seo Moon So-ja. Uh, um.”

“Why are you talking like that? And what do you mean you have no home? Nowhere to go?”

“My heart. None. None.”

It’s a rather unfortunate glimpse into a personal history.
Tang Nan-a furrows her brow at this; even if she’s the infamous beauty of Sichuan—

“Are you a beggar?”
“Yeah.”

Hmm. No, I must have underestimated …