บท 847: Chapter 843 Coming to Work

September 1st, early morning.

Half a month had passed since the trip to Sahara, and everything had returned to its usual peace. The clamor and aridity of the desert seemed to have thoroughly turned into memories.

Bi Fang, following his routine, got up and opened the curtains. Sunlight streamed in through the French windows, casting a beautiful golden layer on the floor.

Next, he washed up and stepped out of his room, clapping his hands twice.

The sound echoed continuously within the house, causing the dust in the air to tremble slightly.

The clapping, like an alarm clock in the early morning, woke up all the sleeping creatures.

Soon, the sound of paws friction against the floor responded, clear and loud, followed by similar sounds that grew more numerous, as if the whole house had been mobilized.

One by one, huge sled dogs emerged from every corner of the house, barking excitedly.