Zhang Ziwen felt his ears being harassed. He gently moved his head and swung his shoulders left and right, trying to shake off An Yun who was clinging to his back. Was she still fooling around in such a situation? Zhang Ziwen grumbled silently. He still had to look for any fish that might have slipped through the net; if he missed anything, it wouldn't be a game anymore. Zhang Ziwen couldn't afford to be careless.