Sang Qiao and Si Chenli continued walking forward, searching for food along the way. Before long, their hands were full.
Sang Qingran and Sang Nanfeng were still maintaining a not too distant nor too close proximity to them.
Their leisurely pace was like they were out for a stroll, in stark contrast to the teams next door who were racing against time. The audience watching the screen couldn't help but feel anxious for them.
"Is that a cicada over there?" Sang Qiao took a few steps before stopping and pointed at a bush beside her.
On the lush vegetation climbed a cicada, basking in the blistering sun.
"Uh-huh." Si Chenli stopped beside her and looked at the "bug" together with her.
"Do you like it?" Sang Qiao turned to look at him, wanting to please him. When pursuing someone, it's the thought that counts, not whether you come in first or not.
