With the support of the propeller and the effort of the Three Fools, Sang Ning and her group sat comfortably and steadily at the back.
The three serving as laborers couldn't help grumbling, with Qin Feng gritting his teeth in pure frustration: "My first time being someone's grunt! Sang Ning, you're really something—just wait and see!"
Qin Feng didn't dare be too vocal, only muttering complaints to the two next to him. But before he finished, a small stone struck him on the back.
He turned around to see Sang Ning sitting casually, one knee bent. Her left hand rested lackadaisically on her knee, while her right hand toyed with a small stone, her posture relaxed and nonchalant.
"I heard you talking smack about me. I've got more stones—feel free to keep complaining!" The stone dropped from midair into her palm. Sang Ning picked it up and pretended to throw it, prompting Qin Feng to quickly duck his head.
