Seeing Mengmeng's small mouth pouted, Zhang Han almost didn't say what was behind him. After thinking about it, he said euphemistically: "You can use 20% of the energy to pass this one thousand meters, but it took 80% of the energy, which is a bit of a waste of energy. Of course, Dad is already very relieved that he is not in such a mess like An Xiaoshan."

"Dad, you have something on your face."

Mengmeng snorted lightly, pouted at Zhang Han's left cheek.