Sighing in frustration, Luo Qianqian opened her eyes and spread her hands, "I'm having trouble dealing with Gongyang Chou as it is. You're giving me such distant tasks, is that really appropriate?"
"The way you talk, you really don't sound like a child," the old man was stunned by Luo Qianqian's words, then couldn't help but chuckle slightly, shaking his head softly.
Luo Qianqian spread her hands, her face indifferent, "At least give me some sincerity to handle such terrifying tasks, right? The things you want me to help with are definitely multiple times more difficult than Gongyang Chou, maybe even hundreds of times harder."
"Alright then." He replied helplessly, finding the content about power control, "You really are a child who doesn't want to lose out." However, Luo Qianqian wasn't wrong; his tasks were on a different level of difficulty.
