"Miaomiao, this question is ho..."
Ansheng frowned for a long time, utterly unable to solve the problem, and finally had no choice but to turn to Miaomiao for help. When he raised his head to look across the desk, however, all he saw was a tiny figure curled up into a ball.
Miaomiao's body rose and fell slightly, her even, faint breathing proving that she had already drifted off into a deep slumber.
Chapter 91