Covered in snow, Changbai Mountain was as bright as day even at night. Around six or seven in the morning, things outside the cabin became lively.
The military helicopters that had left yesterday returned, accompanied by Wang Zhonghe and his son who had rushed over from Beijing overnight.
Wang Fenglei saw his own son and grandson but didn't show a welcoming face. When he took the initiative to contact the Northern Military Region to request the use of supply helicopters, he had anticipated that his whereabouts would be revealed. That woman Zhang Lvxiao really never allowed for peace of mind.
"Dad, why are you holed up in a place like this," Wang Zhonghe complained when he saw his father's living conditions and the small cabin crowded like boiling dumplings.
