She had forgotten about the small table in front of her. When she stood up, her knees hit the table, knocking it over with a loud thud.
The colorful clay and tools on the table were scattered all over the ground.
The people next to it, who were busy shaping clay, let out surprised exclamations and scoldings.
"Can't you watch where you're going?"
"You ruined the clay figure I worked so hard on, compensate me."
...
However, An Ziqi was too frantic to pay them any mind, desperately searching around.
Seeing this, Xia Tianxing quickly got up, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
He hastily apologized to the people around and compensated them with money from his bag, then hurried to catch up with An Ziqi.
"How's your leg? Are you alright?"
The small table was made of solid wood. She hit it with such force, she must have hurt herself.
"I'm fine."
