Gao Xiaolan's face froze instantly. In this cold weather, it's one thing not to come pick her up, but not even to bring her a coat.

With no other option, she could only follow the footprints left by others, trudging home with uneven steps.

It took me two whole hours to get home. My shoes and pants were soaked, my face was red from the cold, and my hands were almost numb.

Li Ying told her to hurry up and warm herself by the fire, but she cried out and questioned, "Do you know how much I've suffered? Why are you all so worried when my brother is in trouble!"

Upon hearing this, Gao Qiang's face immediately darkened:

"Your brother has a fever, shouldn't I stay and take care of him? Every child walks home by themselves! You're getting more and more insensible as you get older!"

She only got her shoes and socks wet, but Xiaolong having a fever is a matter of life and death!

Just as the group was arguing, Lin Fugui came in, dusting off his clothes.

"Xiao Gao, have you heard? An old lady in the next village froze to death last night. This cold wave came suddenly and is very cold. No one was prepared!"

Gao Qiang exclaimed in surprise: "Someone died? It was freezing cold. I woke up several times last night from the cold and had to find all the blankets in the house to cover myself before I felt warm."

Lin Fugui also looked worried, as people had already come to his house to borrow blankets.

His family got married last year, and they should have had a few new quilts at home, which has already attracted a lot of attention.

We don't have enough clothes. The cotton-padded jackets we used to wear for years have all clumped up inside and can't keep out this year's cold at all.

"What should we do then?" Gao Qiang, as the team leader, was also worried.

Lin Fugui paused for a moment and then suggested, "Let's go to Jiang Zhiqing's house and see if she has any ideas?"