Sang Chuan turned his head and saw Sang Ning kicking Song Shiye. Quickly, he apologized to Song Shiye: "Brother, I'm sorry for this. Really, thanks for taking the hit for me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sang Ning raised her left foot and kicked at Sang Chuan again.
"You—" Sang Chuan was at a loss for words. One kick wasn't enough; now it has to be two?
Just as he was about to resist, he'd barely uttered a single syllable when Sang Ning interrupted him: "Fairness matters, you were closer to my left foot, so you get your share."
[Hahaha, nobody escapes Sister Sang's signature kicks of love—everyone gets one!]
[One kick per person, truly fair and square.]
"You have one minute to get rid of the straw on you—quick! Remember, this is a rural variety show, not a wilderness survival camp. Looking like two wild men? What, should I hand you a fire stick next?" Sang Ning mocked mercilessly, her gaze holding not a shred of pity.
