The snowmobile left the neighborhood. Ye Xingchen had already put on the thermal night vision goggles since he had left early today. It was to prevent someone from secretly ambushing him.
After all, even if he could still see things in the grayness outside, he could not be sure that he would see anyone hiding quietly in the distance.
The snowmobile drove out of the residential area, and the huge noise attracted the shadows hiding behind the windows.
Their gazes were complicated. Some were excited, some were envious, some were jealous, and some were hateful.
Ye Xingchen ignored them. He thought about Little Black, who had more or less recovered over the past few days and was thinking about when he could bring him out to help him.
Ever since he brought the dog home to wash up, Ye Xingchen had never brought Little Black downstairs. Today was an exception because he would only return home at night.
