Yan Yajing got hit and turned around to find the instigator. Feng Yongzhuo had already climbed into the jeep and was diving under the seat.
Yao Ke's temper wasn't calmed down yet, already planning to skin them one by one tomorrow. At this moment, Shen Jiayin, whom he was holding by the arm, spoke up: "Lea, leader—"
"What's up?"
When everyone heard him turn around, his tone towards Little One immediately became as gentle and kind as an old grandpa's, and all eyes were practically glowing like 100,000-watt light bulbs.
Yao Ke himself might not have even noticed. Instead, Little One, who was receiving this special treatment, felt a bit shy, lowered her head, and said: "Thing, my thing dropped, pick up—"
It turned out that during the tug, the plastic bag in her hand had fallen to the ground.
