His hands instinctively supported him on the sand.
Lu Xiaobao's pose was exceedingly quirky among the crowd, drawing all eyes towards him.
"Pf." Seeing this scene, Yu Ting couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, successfully attracting the attention of the three adults nearby. It wasn't until later that he remembered this was his own nephew and cleared his throat solemnly, "...Plip Plop."
At this moment, Lu Xiaobao was also stunned, totally unprepared for this situation. He laid there blinking a few times before getting up again, patting off the sand from his dirty knees.
He patted a few times.
No use.
The sand from his knees fell to the ground, but Lu Xiaobao's hands got dirty again.
Still dirty.
A classmate nearby, not expecting Lu Xiaobao to react like this, hurriedly came over to help dust off the sand.
Pat, pat, pat.
