Feng Ling charged forward and threw herself. Without hesitation, she grabbed Li Nanheng's wrist: "Boss, your wrist!"
When Li Nanheng saw her, he immediately frowned harshly: "What are you doing here? Back away!"
Feng Ling did not speak. She tightly gripped both his wrists to reduce the weight he was supporting. She feared that Fattie's weight would further injure him.
Li Nanheng saw her movements and frowned deeper. He kept one hand on Fattie and lifted his other hand to wave her away: "Scram to the back!"
"I'm the lightest person here. There's not that much difference if you add in my weight." Feng Ling stubbornly held onto his wrist: "Boss, take your hand away. I'll pull him up with you. You can't exert too much force, or that hand of yours will really be crippled!" "
"Boss… boss… ahh…" Half of Fattie's body was submerged in the water. He was both cold and frightened. His face had already turned pale from the freezing cold.
