The Big Goose Enters Mongolia: the Conspiracy of Power Makes the King Shocked

Jiangcheng in June is like an airtight steamer, and the three o'clock sun in the afternoon makes the asphalt roads sizzle and smoke. Lin Daye tugged at the collar of his sweat-soaked firefighting suit. The buzzing sound on the intercom mixed with the chirping of cicadas in the distance, adding a bit of anxiety to his already irritable mood.