Although Jiang Xiaorou grew up in the vast wilderness, she did not believe in a god. But for the past ten days or so, even an atheist like her had been praying for Yi Yun, praying for a miracle, praying Yi Yun would pass the selection.
Those days were hard to get by.
Just as Jiang Xiaorou began to lose herself in thought, the little rascal that was chewing a piece of corn released its claws on its favorite food. It stood up and alertly looked at its surroundings. It stopped chewing, but its cheeks were still full. However, its small dark eyes were on full alert.