Ivy Holden suddenly flung off Jensen Morrison's hand and rushed forward. She strode quickly to Sawyer Vance's side, then ducked and slipped past him.
The ancient plank road was only half a meter wide. Ivy Holden leaped past Lily Sullivan and Sawyer Vance on the outer edge, making Lily feel as if she were jumping off a cliff.
"Ah—" Lily Sullivan shrieked, clutching Sawyer Vance's neck in terror. "Ivy Holden, are you insane?"
"Haha!" Ivy Holden ran to the very front and stopped, turning to wave at Lily. "Lily Sullivan, get down! Walk on your own!"
"...I'm too scared." Lily Sullivan's grip on her husband's neck tightened.
"Look—these planks can only support so much weight. The combined weight of two people is more dangerous than one!" As Ivy Holden spoke, she deliberately bounced on her heels, making the wooden planks tremble precariously again.
"Ivy Holden, I'm done being friends with you!" Lily Sullivan wailed.
