Beyond the railing was a bottomless abyss.
Jiang Xiaoli's heart almost jumped out of her throat. She felt as if her soul had left her body at that moment.
The fear of being at the brink of death could only make her scream instinctively and do nothing else.
Just as her body was about to flip over the railing, she was pulled back by her hair.
Jiang Xiaoli's body collapsed on the large rock beside the railing. Her face was devoid of color, and she kept screaming. The smell of urine mixed in the air, and her pants were obviously wet.
Smack!
A tight slap landed on her face.
Jiang Xiaoli returned abruptly to her senses as if her soul that flew away came right back into her body. Her screams stopped as she stared blankly at the girl squatting in front of her.
Chi Jiao wore a very cute light brown fisherman's hat on her head, and her cute little face still had a harmless smile.
