What If My Legs are Short? They Don't Affect My Performance!
Upon hearing these words, Wen Jing's brows eased slightly. He caressed her small face and said, "No need, it's fine. We'll handle it. Come, let's eat first."
Director Zhao had already upgraded the challenge. Wan Leng had just tested it; he used to reach the tenth level, but now he could only get to the eighth.
The difficulty had significantly increased, making it impossible for that person to succeed.
Moreover, all the surrounding doors were shut; without clearing the levels, there was no way out.
They merely needed to trap the prey in the pot. It was not a problem.
Zhouzhou had no inkling that she was the very prey they sought. At that moment, her little head was buried in a bowl, devouring her meal with gusto.
Despite being accustomed to her large appetite, everyone was still slightly astonished upon seeing it again.
Watching the young girl's contented demeanor, their hearts warmed.