Once Bezebu returned her appetite, she felt hungry.

She really wanted to say tough, I won’t cooperate with you.

"Can I eat with just one kilometer?"

"No, only one apple per kilometer."

"What? This is impossible. Do you want to be exhausted?"

"If you don't run, you may not even get an apple."

Duoman stood on the windowsill and watched Chen Zhao and his daughter running around the lawn.

Normans' cursing sound was clearly audible.

Doman didn't know whether to cry or laugh, but Chen Zhao was always leading the way in front of Normans.

"Despicable, shameless, vulgar, lowly, mischievous, bastard, garbage..." Normans cursed, less than a kilometer, she was already sweating profusely.

Chen Zhao slowed down and ran side by side with Normans: "Normans, when you are running, keep making noises will speed up your physical loss."

"Isn't this what you mean, you bastard."

"Of course, you'd better scold him louder." Chen Zhao said provocatively.

One kilometer later, Normans hadn't planned to stop.

"How far do I have to run to have a barbecue?"

"Ten kilometers."

"I can't do it. You bastard, you're trying to force others."
Chapter completed!