Zhao Dimei's smug look made Nian Shutong, who was next in line, find it amusing, and quite satisfying.
However, that was just what two people were thinking; others definitely did not see it that way.
"Oh my God! Shanshan!"
A woman not far away first ran over but did not actually step into the paddy field, merely extending a hand to pull and drag Shanshan up.
"Shanshan, are you okay?" The woman checked Shanshan's condition, but aside from mud all over her clothes and mouth, there actually wasn't any injury.
"Zhao Dimei, you've gone too far!"
Standing on the ridge, Zhao Dimei, far from backing down, stood with her hands on her hips and neck craned upward.
"Are you sick in the head? What did I do? I didn't even touch her, didn't come into contact with her, and she falls down and blames someone else. Are your brains not working?"
