It was extremely cold in the twelfth lunar month, and the snowflakes kept falling as if they were for nothing. The entire Yeting Bureau was made eerie by the white snow, and it felt particularly depressing.
Why is it so depressing? It's not because it's cold today, but because - the account books are gone!
It's just gone!
"Oh my God! Who can tell me how this month's account book is like having wings and disappears?!" Wang Dequan's fat face was twisted like an overgrown dough ball, and his voice was sharp and sharp, as if it was trying to penetrate the snowstorm in the sky.
The maids standing below were all too frightened to say anything, and they all wanted to shrink themselves as small as possible, just like quails.
Who doesn't know that this old guy Wang Dequan is greedy? If this account book is lost, he will definitely take out his anger on these little palace ladies.
Su Watang stood at the back of the crowd, rubbing his red hands from the cold without saying a word.
