From a good distance away, the person was still walking forward, their back to Zhao Jun.
But Zhao Jun didn't need to see his face. One look at the man's short stature, baggy pants, and the way his short legs shuffled along was enough to know it was Zhang Yuanmin.
But what surprised Zhao Jun was that he'd only been gone a few days. 'Where did this rascal get his hands on a gun? And from the looks of it, he must've just come out of the logging area.'
Zhao Jun felt helpless. 'If Big Pants doesn't stir up trouble for one day, he gets an itch he just has to scratch.'
As the first horse-drawn sled passed Zhang Yuanmin, he saw Li Baoyu sitting on it, turning back to wave at him.
Zhang Yuanmin froze. He was about to shout for Baoyu to give him a ride, but then he remembered that Baoyu had left with Zhao Jun.
Just then, hearing the clomping of hooves and the driver's calls from behind, Zhang Yuanmin quickly turned around.
