The wind in Hongxing Hutong is as hard as a knife. When I woke up in the dormitory of the security department, the original owner had just been blocked by Xu Damao and scolded the aunts in the courtyard. They covered their mouths and laughed. I stood by the well, scooped up a ladle of cold water and poured it from head to toe and asked Xu Damao if it was cold - he was stunned. I turned around and went back to the house, thinking that the system had just issued a social death experience card. It's time for a new person to warm up this yard.
