Fatty's jaw dropped. The next second, he dropped the air pump and rushed behind Xie Yuchen, circling the boat before finally looking at Aning, then glancing back at the inflatable boat. "Aning, be honest with me, were you just waiting to make fools of us?" Right now, he didn't care how the boat had appeared; he was dog-tired for absolutely no reason.
Wu Xie had been staring at Aning, wondering how such a boat could have been brought along—was it some sort of magical spatial ring like the ones in fantasy novels? Hearing this, he glanced at Fatty. This guy's focus was certainly unique.
Aning and Zhang Qiling stood up, brushed the sand off themselves, and felt the vibrations already traveling up through the soles of their feet.
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