Seeing the situation, the coach hurriedly left the platform and went below.
Lai Yuaner stared intently at the water surface. Shen Na could swim, but she had not surfaced yet; something must have gone wrong. Thinking that Shen Na might die here, her ten fingers turned ice cold. Just then, a figure approached her silently.
Lai Yuaner suddenly turned around and saw Tang Li with a faint smile on her face.
At that moment, she felt as if she was looking at a demon.
"What... what do you want?" Lai Yuaner's hands clenched the railing tightly. On the platform, the coach and the staff had long since run away. She wanted to run, but her feet were tied with rubber bands, and she couldn't move.
Tang Li was almost touching her body, with a hooked corner of her lips, and her eyes twinkling with interest: "Daring to jump like this, indeed, what kind of artist has what kind of assistant, equally foolish as a pig."
