Chapter 109

"Host?" "Host?" The system called out to Ling Miao in a flattering tone. Ling Miao, busy crinkling the dough in her hands, didn't say a word. This long, drawn-out silence was sheer torture. An entire night had passed, and other than the moment she discovered she could report it to the Main System, the host hadn't uttered a single syllable. The system had progressed from initial panic to a state of gut-wrenching, anxious dread. It felt like a prisoner waiting for the guillotine to fall, the agonizing suspense grinding down every inch of its nerves.