The ground was covered in water, and Zhou Wangshu lay underneath, mud on his body and face.
Su Yaoguang propped herself up and asked, "How are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Zhou Wangshu shook his head.
He sat up, grabbed the umbrella he had thrown earlier, and tossed it towards Xiao Yanci's direction.
Bang! Xiao Yanci got hit in the waist and fell to the ground, rolling a few times.
"Ah..." Xiao Yanci felt a sharp pain in his waist and saw the book in his hand fly out, landing directly in the muddy water.
He turned around angrily and looked in the direction of Zhou Wangshu and Su Yaoguang: "You guys..."
"What do you mean you guys? Can't you walk with your eyes open?" Su Yaoguang scolded, "If our Wangshu is injured anywhere, I'll tear you apart. It's like your books were read by a dog."
Zhou Wangshu said gently, "Don't be angry, Yaoguang. It's not worth it to hurt yourself over this. I'm fine anyway; a little washing will do."
