"Qingqing..." "If you have something to say, just say it, don't bother me if you have nothing to do..." Mu Qing took out a feather duster from nowhere, put it in front of her mouth and blew on it twice. "Can... Can... Can we do the mission?" A "screaming chicken" standing in front of Mu Qing, that's right! It was an enlarged version of the "Screaming Chicken", shaking its little legs, clasping its hands together, and looking pitifully at Mu Qing. From time to time, it was embarrassed about the feather duster in Mu Qing's hand, fearing that if Mu Qing was unhappy, his own hair would turn into the same feather duster as Mu Qing's hand. Um... No, it doesn't seem to have one on it either? What are you afraid of? But when he thought of Mu Qing's cruel tactics, the "Screaming Chicken" Huang Xiaoya's already trembling body trembled even more violently...