Mo Bei Province.
Tolan City.
"Crunch! Crunch!"
Yang Fan walked with idle steps, treading on a thin layer of snow, heading towards a nearby residential community.
The secretary from the Spirit Crow office, Su Yuxuan, silently followed behind him, roughly half a step behind.
Since his status has been rising, scenes like this have become increasingly frequent.
Yang Fan glanced around and softly muttered, "It seems the local city hall is fairly diligent in clearing the snow."
He had been to the medical center twice, both times it was snowing, yet the ground had very little snow.
This alone speaks volumes.
Su Yuxuan's expression twitched.
She thought to herself: You struck so hard in Xijing City, that the top officials in the city hall were wiped out, hundreds of people "ate peanuts," and thousands ended up in forced labor camps. Which city wouldn't be terrified?
In the past, at most, neglecting snow clearance would just earn a reprimand.
