"Oh... oh..."
Howard replied guiltily, but showed no intention of getting up.
"Idiot! What's the use of saying 'oh'? Hurry up and get up!" Jack almost growled, feeling like in a few seconds he would be pressed onto Alexandra below.
"But my legs are weak... I can't squat anymore..."
The group of people all hunched over, squeezed in the door front. Even though the children's bodies were small, the space was too cramped, which made it exceptionally crowded. Everyone was exhausted.
"Ugh..."
Jack couldn't get a word out right away, his two legs went soft, and with a splat, he finally couldn't withstand Howard's weight and collapsed to the ground, Howard also right after that pressed firmly onto his back, and even let out an "ah!"
Usually calm, Jack at this moment was almost fuming, feeling like smoke was coming out of the top of his head. This damned Fatty was simply being excessive!
