Zhang Zian went back upstairs and put on another coat, a pair of gloves and a hat. He also went into the storage room to find a broom and a shovel that hadn’t been used for a long time to clean the snow in front of his gate. The cat litter in the store could wait for Wang Qian and Li Kun to come and clean it up. But the snow at the gate must be cleared up immediately, otherwise if pedestrians passed by and fell because of the snow, he would have to assume responsibility. Outside, the air was wet and cold, and snow was still falling. Zhang Zian exhaled a white breath, and began to clear away the snow. One shovel... two shovels... three shovels... With the muscle contractions and extensions, a lot of heat had been generated, and his body was slowly warming up. He progressed by cleaning the entrance and then the roadside. When he encountered the solid ice that couldn’t be cleaned by the broom, he would resort to the shovel, until he thoroughly cleaned the ice and snow. He gasped and looked up at the grey sky with his hands resting on the shovel. There was no sign that the snow would stop any soon, so he might need to continue removing the snow later. Zhang Zian was going to go inside and put his broom and shovel at the doorway when just then, a short car horn was heard behind him. Looking back, it was Sun Xiaomeng's car, stopping slowly by the roadside.