The entrance of the courtyard.
Even if Ye Bei and Pu Qingyin left, there were still many people who came here every day.
There were even some reporters who came together in groups and stayed at the gate of the courtyard 24 hours a day in turn. In total, as long as there was any disturbance, everyone would be notified as soon as possible to get the latest news first-hand.
Zhang Sheng was one of these reporters.
Today, it happened to be his turn on duty.
The air was a bit cold, and there were many tents at the entrance of the courtyard. The cold wind blew from the gaps in the tents, causing him to unconsciously wrap his clothes tightly.
When going back and forth, the crisp sound of footsteps resounded through the streets.
"The weather has become colder and colder recently. If it continues like this, it may snow someday!" After Zhang Sheng walked a few steps, he hung the camera around his neck and rubbed his hands vigorously.
