Shen Ningning reacted in a flash.
She wrapped the gold back up, placed it in the bucket, and tossed the bucket back into the dry well.
Grandma Qin gritted her teeth, and in a decisive moment, shoved Wu Zuchang.
Wu Zuchang instantly lost his balance and plopped onto the ground.
"Ouch, it hurts..." he cried, rubbing his bottom. He was wailing like a five-year-old.
Hearing the commotion, Qian Siniang rushed over.
She paled. "My son, are you alright?!"
Grandma Qin pulled Shen Ningning back. "We just saw Zuchang take a tumble, and Ningning was about to help him up. Quick, get him on his feet and see if he's hurt!"
Fortunately, Wu Zuchang had only bruised his rear.
Shen Ningning blinked at him. He wiped away his tears and began to laugh foolishly.
Qian Siniang dusted off his clothes and sighed. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Grandma Qin. How embarrassing."
Grandma Qin squeezed Shen Ningning's little hand. "It's nothing, really. But I think I should take Ningning home for now."
