Yue Jiannan screamed as if his life depended on it, his neck strained.
"Help, someone come quickly!"
"Is anybody there, hurry and save someone!"
Qiu Maode was so frightened he wanted to run away.
But as he stood up, Yue Jiannan kicked him down and continued to shout.
"Help!"
Qiu Maode truly felt he was the one who should be crying for help.
Xiaofang finally understood what was happening and held onto Qingqing, rushing to call for help.
When the villagers heard there was trouble in the small woods, they hurriedly dropped what they were doing and rushed over.
Most of them were there to watch the commotion.
But when they saw Yue Jiannan, his sweater half pulled off, screaming and accusing Qiu Maode, they were utterly shocked.
Yue Jiannan sniffled, his face the picture of grievance, clinging tightly to the hem of his sweater.
"I was sitting well by the fish pond when Qiu Maode suddenly came from behind and dragged me here."