C357 Night scouting

Fang Zhizhuo was almost eighty, but it was still not too early to sleep every night.

He stood up and opened the study window. The chilly spring wind blew in, and his spirit was jolted.

"Clang!" The old-fashioned clock on the wall chimed.

Fang Zhizhuo saw that it was already 9: 30, so he closed the window, extinguished the lamp, and left the study