"Dad, my trial is over now, right?" Zhang Fan asked.
At this moment, the thing he wanted to do most was to take a piece of ice from the warehouse and stuff it into his mouth.
These sixty-five days, he had been missing the warehouse full of ice blocks terribly.
Just thinking about it made him feel cool all over.
Seeing Zhang Fan's now wheat-colored face, Zhang Dongyang couldn't help but smile broadly.
Zhang Fan's performance could be described as perfect.
"It's over, but this is worse than our previous situation. There's still a seven-day journey, and it won't be any easier than before," Zhang Dongyang's eyes flickered with a hint of worry.
Seven more days.
Without sleeping bags, without hammocks, this was more dangerous than lacking water and food.
Desert pit vipers, poisonous scorpions, these were all deadly.
Hearing his dad's voice, Zhang Fan beamed and struck a victorious pose. Then he stealthily took an ice cube from the warehouse and slipped it into his mouth.
