"Pfft—" Jiang Lang laughed out loud, "So you're saying you're even worse than a pig?"
Song Qiuqiu gritted her teeth, "Yeah, that's right, I'm worse than a pig because no one is chasing after me; you get chased, so you look just like a pig!"
Jiang Lang's face twitched, "Now I see why no one dares to chase after you..."
Indeed, as Jiang Lang said, the pig was as fast as lightning, running so swiftly that a group of people chased it for quite a while and were still led in circles by it.
The commotion of the pig chase soon alarmed Qi Yue, who was running on the nearby sports field.
Qi Yue hurried toward Song Qiuqiu and the others, and seeing this, Qii Shuhang also followed to help out.
As soon as Song Qiuqiu saw Qi Yue, she looked as if she had seen her savior, "Yue Bao! Yue Bao! You've finally come!"
With one hand propped, Qi Yue vaulted over the bushes beside her, taking a shortcut toward the pig.