Compared to Hang Cheng, the life of the residents in Han City was simply paradise.
"Management requires a lot of energy," Beiming Qianye said with a smile. "It's easy to see that the chief of the Han City Base, Comrade Gu Rongjin, is an outstanding and promising young man."
Seeing the Han City Base managed in such an orderly manner, Beiming Qianye was highly satisfied with Gu Rongjin. It was already past eight in the evening when he returned to his room from the cafeteria. Since there was no special entertainment in the apocalypse, he read a book for a while before deciding to rest. The empty room mirrored his empty heart.
Suddenly, Beiming Qianye thought of the child he had seen in the vast snowfield earlier that day. For some unknown reason, he felt a special connection with the boy. It was exactly because of this feeling that he had given away his personal bionic bird. He could use it to contact the child.
