The scene hit them way too hard.
Not just them—even Ju Tianrui, Old Bi, Zhong Chuchu, Shen Xiaoxiao and the others below were all watching in utter shock.
At the same time—
Shen Xiaoxiao looked at Li Yu, traced a little stroke with her pen, then quietly moved her mouth to Zhong Chuchu's ear and whispered, "Chuchu-jie, do me a favor."
Zhong Chuchu glanced at Shen Xiaoxiao, then glanced at Li Yu again.
She eyed Shen Xiaoxiao warily, backed a few steps away and said to her, "I only weigh a hundred jin, that's not enough. Go find Uncle Lan."
Uncle Lan was the only other man who'd come with them. He was older, steady and reliable, and not bad in a fight.
Hearing Zhong Chuchu's words, he hurriedly backed away a few steps and warned Shen Xiaoxiao, "Xiaoxiao, don't be impulsive. I'm an old man, I still care about my dignity."
A guy in his fifties being hoisted up with one hand like a chick—how embarrassing would that be.
