"Didn't hurt yourself, did you?" Tang Li asked.
Fortunately, Song Jingtian was a tough kid. He lifted his head, spit out the dirt and grass from his mouth, and groped around with his small hands until he found a piece of wood to help himself up.
Just as he steadied himself, the ladder toppled over beside the tree.
Tang Li: "..."
Song Jingtian: "..."
The little guy was too guilty to meet her eyes.
The last time Tang Li climbed a tree by hand was nine years ago.
"How about you slide down by yourself?" Song Jingtian praised his own quick thinking.
Tang Li was both angry and amused.
She was, after all, a bride today.
What kind of bride acts like a monkey climbing into the sky on her wedding day?
Moreover, she was wearing a dress.
"Slide down, my foot!" Tang Li picked a few leaves and tossed them at the culprit, "Hurry and get someone to put the ladder back up properly."
Song Jingtian, with a few green leaves stuck to his head, dashed towards the main building.
