Hua Lang ran off toward the familiar roads, his little legs carrying him as fast as they could. Fortunately, he knew exactly where he was going. He had driven along these roads countless times over the years on his way to the office, so even in this tiny body, the route was still etched into his memory. By the time he reached the familiar street, he was already panting heavily, his small chest rising and falling as he stopped in front of the office building.
Looking up, Hua Lang couldn't help but feel a little strange. From a piglet's perspective, the towering building seemed even more massive than he remembered. The glass windows stretched high above him, reflecting the morning sky, while office workers hurried through the entrance with their phones in hand, barely paying attention to the world around them.
Perfect.
