At that moment, Yang Peili, who had rushed over after hearing the news, happened to overhear the conversation. He didn't know what expression he should use to face everyone, so he merely forced an awkward smile at Yang Ruxin, "Dani, it won't happen again." Then he signaled to the few sons that followed to lift the person.
Feng Caie was feigning unconsciousness, her pants were wet, and she lay uncomfortably on the ground. Hearing that she was about to leave, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Yang Peili only brought three sons – it would take two to carry one, which left them one person short. They needed someone else's help.
"What's that smell?" As soon as they lifted her, someone close to Feng Caie suddenly asked.
Immediately, everyone looked over, and those with sharp eyes noticed that Feng Caie's pants were dripping water, and a wave of laughter erupted.
Yang Peili and his sons all felt a burning shame on their faces and hurriedly quickened their pace to leave.