Although Rong Yan was still in a daze and not completely awake, she still had doubts about Liancheng Yazhi's words. "Ah? Setting off firecrackers in the early hours of the morning? Why doesn't it sound like it? it really does sound like gunshots!"
When Rong Yan and seven lived at the border in the past, it wasn't very peaceful there. At night, there would be gunshots. Now, the sounds coming from outside were similar to what she had heard at that time. Rong Yan sobered up a little and looked at Liancheng Yazhi worriedly.
