Meng Xiaoyi could tell that Zhao Qi wasn't joking.
She instantly reached out, grabbed Xie Fu Yao's arm, and pulled him onto the bamboo raft.
She smiled fawningly. "Brother Xie, don't mind him. That's just Zhao Qi's personality."
Zhao Qi didn't bother with the idiot anymore.
The bamboo raft moved little by little into the lake. It was indeed a bit wobbly at first; this was their first time doing anything like this, their first time poling a bamboo raft.
Naturally, they were clumsy and had trouble controlling it.
But fortunately, adults are pretty adaptable.
Zhao Qi got the hang of it quickly.
'Even if I can't catch up to Doctor Wen's group, I can't be in last place.'
'Otherwise, won't my family laugh at me when I get back?'
'No way in hell!'
