"Director, someone has fired a signal flare!"
"Let's move!"
"Yes!"
Five windows.
Ye Wan and Liang Jingjing were cleaning the pots they had finished eating from.
Chen Boyu and Zhao Sixuan were each dazing or sleeping.
Wen Yiru and Fu Huaizhi, Yan Luxiao and Jian Yifan were also in their tents and didn't come out.
Only the group with Shang Yunxi and Xu Jiahao looked a bit miserable.
The formerly elegant and beautiful movie star was now in complete disarray, sitting on the ground and crying with tears all over her face.
Beside her, Xu Jiahao was carrying two bags, with two buckets of water at his feet, looking at her helplessly, not knowing what to do.
Whether Shang Yunxi contradicted him or simply ignored him with a cold face, he didn't mind.
As long as he didn't take it to heart.
But seeing her crying so miserably, besides saying "Sister Shang, don't cry," he really didn't know what else to say.
