Number three was extremely fat. His entire body was like an inflated balloon, and it took a lot of effort to walk.
However, song qingxiao did not dare to underestimate her. The more she acted this way, the more outstanding her abilities were for her to be able to survive in the trial until now.
"What are you talking about?" She greeted them with a smile before she even arrived. Her eyes were squinted by the fat on her face, and her eyes darted between number two and song qingxiao, speculating about what the two had been talking about.
Song Qing looked down at her. Her tightly-wrapped cheongsam was covered in mud. Her face and hair were all covered in mud, and her whole body reeked of a stinking ditch.
Number two turned her face away and took two steps back, not hiding her disgust and disgust at all.
"You are ..."
