"Let the competition begin!" As soon as the clergy announced the match and little Rong Yi went on stage, he quickly crawled toward his target fruit.
"Whoosh!" The mothers outside the arena were in an uproar because little Rong Yi was climbing too fast, even faster than those two-year-old children who could run.
However, just as the commotion outside the arena erupted, little Rong Yi sat on the spot because he just remembered that his mother told him to slow down. Although he was very slow just now, it seemed that he was still too fast.
"Pfft! He's sitting there. Looks like he can't climb anymore. His explosive power is not bad."
"Not necessarily. Maybe he's still young and doesn't understand. Look at him. He's only half a year old, but he looks extremely exquisite. Whose child is he?"
