C2485 Large Steamed Bun

The next morning.

The weather was very cold. Fang Xincheng had been awakened by the cold. He and his daughter had put up a blanket and a mosquito net together.

Fang Nan's small body was curled up tightly in his embrace, and the blanket and mosquito net wrapped around her tightly. However, this was still not enough. If one looked closely, this blanket was actually a carpet