Mo appeared calm, while Luo Qianqian wasn't careless about leaving oil on the ground; it's just that this trap hasn't been stepped on yet, so all she needed to do was wait quietly...
In contrast, Luo Qianqian's opinion was, it doesn't matter... you'll slip and fall sooner or later, so why bother with the details, just take your time. She needed some time to recover anyway.
The group quietly watched everything unfold, while the other party's skeleton looked like a puppet totally out of control, wobbling up, down, left, and right in a manner far from satisfactory. It looked like a non-bicycle rider going straight on without training wheels, or someone unskilled in stilt-walking choosing two-meter high stilts—ridiculously funny, keeping the group laughing non-stop.
"No, wasn't he walking the comedy route before? Dancing Exotic Beasts or what—at the time, it could attract quite some attention, right?" Di Jun was laughing heartily, not feeling anything wrong in what he said.
