Quan Nanzhai stepped on the snow and sank as soon as he stepped on it, but his steps were not affected at all, and he was still walking like flying.

Qiao Min hurried to catch up: "Sir, the way out has been blocked by snow, and the car can't go. It's better to wait here for one night, and go when the road is cleared tomorrow morning."

The road was blocked by heavy snow, and the car could not drive at all. In this kind of weather, no one would like to go out and make fun of their precious lives.