Xiong Zhuangzhuang was injured.
Its left foot was covered in a thick plaster, and now it could only lie on the bed, unable to do anything.
But the north wind blew into his home, and Xiong Zhuangzhuang felt cold and hungry.
Just when it thought it was going to freeze to death in this cold winter, there was a knock on the door...
Who could it be?
Intention: Help each other, be friendly and friendly.