Wang Changhe had mixed feelings toward this voice: he both hated and feared it, because he had been bested by its owner several times before.
Sure enough, when Wang Changhe looked up, he saw Ling Zhenfei staring at him with a wicked grin. He instantly wished he could find a hole to hide in.
His good deed was once again ruined by Ling Zhenfei. Although Wang Changhe was both angry and resentful, he had to hide it. If Ling Zhenfei spread this scandal around, he'd be in real trouble!
"I... oh, I... I'm... going swimming!"
Wang Changhe stammered, holding his hands over his lower body. He looked as pitiful as an overturned old turtle, face flushed with frustration, unable to get back on his feet.
"Ha, so the village chief really is going swimming?"
Ling Zhenfei found Wang Changhe's embarrassment amusing. Wanting to deal with Wang Changhe, he pointed at the nearby river, saying, "Chief, if you're going swimming, why are you in the cornfield? The river's over there!"
