On a morning, an eight or nine-year-old boy walked into Tomorrow's Noble School. He carried a backpack and looked like he hadn't slept well; standing at the entrance, he yawned several times.,"Then, let me make a call first." Leng Bingbing spoke softly. She knew she wouldn't be able to go to work today anyway.,"Who told you to refine so many clones None of them have refined any, yet you managed to create so many." Xia Tian shook his head and, at the same time, reached into her clothes. Since she wanted to transfer energy, he might as well give her a little bit. After all, his energy was inexhaustible.。