Chi An had never expected to hear such a disgusting term of address from Lin Yuxuan. He took several more steps back, wishing he could get far, far away.
"Chi An, could you pull me out first?" Song Wenjing's voice came from below, carrying a hint of urgency and helplessness. It was not even hard to hear his desire to kill someone.
Of them all, only Gu Zijin looked comfortable, sitting on his backside in the mud. Fu Yanci, meanwhile, relied on his astonishing core strength and balance to straighten up and stand there. With a little force, he wrenched one foot out of the dirt and freed himself with almost no effort.
"If you were making traps, couldn't you have dug them deeper? Are you looking down on my height?" Rather than getting angry about being covered in mud, Fu Yanci teased them, his tone tinged with amusement and disdain.
"I wasn't looking down on you. I dug every hole thirty-five centimeters deep," Ren Wuyang retorted indignantly. Holding a small shovel he had found somewhere, he crouched beside Song Wenjing, digging the dirt out of the hole one shovelful at a time.
Suddenly sensing something was wrong, Song Wenjing frowned slightly, a trace of suspicion in his eyes. He turned to stare at Ren Wuyang, who was still huffing away as he dug, and asked probing questions in his tone, "How do you know it's thirty-five centimeters deep?"
Ren Wuyang stopped what he was doing and lifted his face, looking utterly proud as he answered confidently, "Because I dug this hole. My eyes are a ruler. They're never wrong."
[Oh, sweetheart! What are you so proud of?! You just confessed without anyone even asking!]
[He's actually pretty proud of himself. This guy has a remarkably good attitude, but his