Little Coalball was happily galloping in the snow; sometimes it ran, sometimes it jumped, sometimes it rolled, sometimes it dug into the ground, thoroughly enjoying itself.
On the rooftop, Old Xu, after doing a round of patrol, gave some instructions and then turned to leave.
Having seen Old Xu off, Hua Biao returned to the house. Feeling a bit weary, he slapped his frozen cheeks to wake himself up.
He glanced around at everyone and laughed from the heart. Watching Wenquan Xin and others shouting and play fighting in the snow, he felt like he too had returned to that carefree childhood.
Recently, everyone's nerves had indeed been too tense; they truly needed some relaxation like today.
In order to let everyone enjoy themselves at ease, he must be on high alert and do a good job at guarding.
Just as he prepared to pick up his binoculars and resume work, Little Coalball's actions inadvertently caught his attention.
