Ivy was angry, but still patiently persuaded. "Mia, you come up first. What if Jeff falls later?"
Mia spat. "What's there to be afraid of? Falling won't hurt him that much."
In fact, this small river was not deep, but it was undeveloped and there might be many safety hazards.
In my previous life, I advised them not to go to the river and spend some money to go to regular tourist attractions, which are safer.
Mia almost rolled her eyes at that time. "Stop showing off you're rich. Can't I afford to go to tourist attractions? This is called exploring new attractions. How ignorant you are!"
I nodded and smiled. "You're right."
After hearing this, Ivy dared not argue anymore and could only let Mia scold her grandson.
It wasn't until someone passed by that Mia, hindered by her identity as a travel blogger, stopped.
But she still didn't let Jeff come up, only saying that he could come ashore when she took satisfactory photos.
Jeff stood in the water with tears on his face, and I could see the moss attached to the stones under his foot.
If he was not careful, he would slip and fall.
After posing in a few positions as requested by Mia, she asked Jeff to lift one of his legs.