Liu Shi dug at the snow with all her might. The other members of the Wang Family were also a little afraid when they saw such a thick layer of snow. The child was so small. Could she be saved if she was buried in?
The child's footprints had stopped here and completely disappeared. Other than being buried, there was no other guess.
While the other villagers were still hesitating, Wang Chuanman had already turned around and left.
Wang Chuanfu pulled him back. "Where are you going?"
Wang Chuanman's voice was devoid of emotion. He only said gloomily, "I'm going back to bring the hoe. My daughter is still inside!"
Village Chief Hu stood aside and watched for a while before turning around as well, planning to go back and get his things.
The village chief's wife was covered in thick clothes and holding a sickle, a hoe, and a dustpan. She seemed to be in a hurry.
