One of them wasn't bothering to sell his crabs, and the other built a restaurant but never opened it.
Those two were really a piece of work.
...
「Crown Camp.」
Two strangers appeared in the camp, a man and a woman, wandering around with a camera and a notebook.
They would occasionally stop to write, sketch, and take photos and videos.
If Feng Shan hadn't told the staff ahead of time that they were just tourists, they might have been arrested as thieves.
It wasn't until midnight that a plane landed on the runway, braving the biting cold wind of the Tundra.
As soon as Young Master Xu and Su Ziweng got off the plane, their legs gave out and they collapsed to their knees on the ground.
"The New Year's bows are a little early, aren't they?" Feng Shan said, walking up to the two with a wide grin.
"New Year my ass, my legs have turned to jelly. Quick, give me a hand," Su Ziweng said, propping himself up on his hands, his face etched with exhaustion.
