When He Weiguo stepped into Courtyard No. 95 on Nanluogu Lane, he saw Qin Huairu reaching out to take Silly Zhu’s aluminum lunchbox.
“Yuzhu, you keep that lunchbox.” Snow still clung to his military coat, and his voice carried the chill of twenty below zero.
At the sound, the beasts of the courtyard poked their heads out. They saw the newly arrived veteran officer crush the brick Xu Damao had tried to attack him with underfoot. “I’m back, and I’m going to do three things, ”
