"Hahahahaha—"
Sang Chuan burst into a soul-rattling laugh, sounding like a quacking duck, after Song Shiye awkwardly fell into the rice field.
But karma struck quickly — distracted by his own laughter, Sang Chuan didn't notice his feet, tripped over himself while walking forward, and promptly followed Song Shiye's tragic fate.
Song Shiye had just managed to climb out of the waterlogged rice field when, out of nowhere, Sang Chuan came flying at him from behind and sent him plunging back into the field.
[I can't. This feels like déjà vu in the worst way possible.]
[Song Shiye: Honestly, thank you so much, but can you freaking stay away from me?!]
[The same chaotic duo, with their same chaotic antics. Wolong and Feng Chu will truly never change.]
While Sang Chuan and Song Shiye were busy struggling to get themselves out of the muddy field, the other guests rolled up their pant legs and began to wade in one after another.
