C498 Kicks and Fists

The wind was suddenly strong, blowing the snow towards a warm place, and the branches shook like the legs of an old man's walking stick.

Chiang Xinran's eyes were bloodshot as he stood in front of the living room's door and adjusted his breath. At the same time, he mumbled to himself, "It's been a long time since I last moved. Doing such intense preparations on my own really is a bit unbearable