Lin Yipeng was still chatting with Qu Qiuyan.

"So? Aren't they pretty good together?"

"Yeah, young people, they're all quite interesting."

Qu Qiuyan held the hot water cup and blew on it, a smile in her eyes. "Spend more time with them. Don't listen to your dad. He's always hanging out with those old fogies. They're out of touch with the times."

Lin Yipeng gave a helpless, bitter smile: "Mom, you should tell Dad this. There's nothing I can do about it."

Just then, they heard a noise from the other side, and the two of them turned around at the same time.

What are those two doing?

"I don't know, has something happened?"

"Is Teacher Pu injured?"

"Then go take a look quickly—"

Before the crew members could misunderstand, Pu Rong struggled to get up on his own.

This is a matter of dignity; he must hold on!

"Teacher Pu is fine, he's fine, you don't need to worry, it was just a joke."

When Xiao He saw that the staff were actually about to run over to check the situation, he immediately raised his voice to help explain, while waving his hand to indicate that they didn't need to come over.

Pu Rong, seeing that the culprit was even defending him, almost ground his teeth to powder: "Xiao He, come on, let's have a go."

Xiao He lifted the reins, turned the camel around, and said innocently, "Brother Pu, you have to be honest. I didn't do anything to you. If you have a grudge, don't come after me. Go find the camel."

With that, Xiao He laughed heartily and rode away slowly on his camel.

Pu Rong clenched his fists: "...Fine, fine, if you play like this, Xiao He, you're dead!"

He then glanced at his camel with slight disdain, and warned fiercely, "Even though Master Yang said you don't bite, you're not allowed to lick people! Don't lick my freshly done haircut, or I'll definitely eat camel meat when I get back."

The camel glanced at Pu Rong sideways, seemingly lost in thought, then snorted and began chewing again.

Pu Rong: ...yue!

-

The next scene happens to be a fight scene between Xiao He and Pu Rong.

So, harboring this grudge, Pu Rong reached out to Xiao He before filming, made a gesture around his neck, and revealed a fierce expression.

Xiao He had already sensed his murderous intent, but he remained calm and composed, simply drawing the boning knife from his waist and beginning to carefully examine the blade.

Pu Rong: ...Very good, I'm going to get serious in a bit!

Xiao He: Hehe.

"Everyone, get ready—"

Lin Yipeng stood in the tent with a megaphone in hand, hands on hips, staring at the monitor in front of him.

"Three, two, one—"

"Waaaaah—"

The giant blower next to it immediately started working.

The once peaceful sandy land was instantly swept up by a strong wind, creating a sky full of golden sand.

Everyone walking in the camel caravan instinctively raised their arms to shield themselves from the obstructing flying sand with their cloaks.