Nervous, uneasy, sweat pouring like rain, racing against time, yet the child in his arms is not an adult, but a child!
It's an infant, a baby who knows nothing!
At this moment, struggling with all its might, face flushed, throat hoarse, voice exhausted, anyone who sees it would feel compassion!
"Time!" Di Mingchen immediately asked.
"One minute and twenty seconds." The guard reported, his voice trembling with nervousness.
If Little Wushuang hadn't been frightened like this, the time would have been more than enough because Di Mingchen's average time was thirty seconds each, so there wouldn't have been any problem.
But right now, it's obviously impossible to proceed smoothly.
The situation is somewhat deadlocked, everyone's sweat pouring out layer by layer.
"One minute eighteen seconds!" The guard began reporting again.
"One minute sixteen seconds."
Announcing every second like a death knell.
