This time, without Nan Xian discovering the secret of the mural, Yu Lin and Wei Zeling were trapped until the afternoon before being "released" by the production team.

Of course, as punishment for failing to complete the task, their living expenses were cut in half.

That evening, everyone gathered for dinner and chatted about what they had seen and heard that day when Yu Lin and Wei Zeling suddenly arrived late.

Both of them looked very annoyed. The former had a stern face and didn't say a word, while the latter pouted and looked resentful. They didn't even exchange glances, and they were sitting as far apart as if they were miles apart.

Seeing this, the others exchanged a knowing glance and changed the subject.

The production team prepared barbecue grills and ingredients for everyone. Lang Zhuo took the lead as the head chef without hesitation, with He Mingxiao assisting him. They worked together seamlessly, and soon the aroma of barbecue filled the air.

Wei Zeling was still sulking. She hadn't been matched with He Mingxiao in the same group today, and she had watched him and Nan Xian together. She was already furious, but Yu Lin was so ungrateful. Not only was he cold to her, but he also dared to ask her to climb the stone wall to find clues!

Wei Zeling, of course, refused to do something that would be extremely humiliating for her, so she resolutely declined. As a result, Yu Lin mocked her as a spoiled rich girl, asking why she even participated in "Unveiling Ghost Stories" if she couldn't do this or that...

Wei Zeling exploded on the spot and had an argument with him in the cave.

Neither of them was willing to look for the lock to open the cave entrance, so the stalemate continued until the production crew couldn't stand it anymore and came to rescue them.

Wei Zeling touched her aching ankle and thought through gritted teeth—

How dare a third-tier idol be so arrogant? Yu Lin, just wait and see how I deal with you!

Suddenly, she smelled a rich aroma, and her stomach immediately rumbled. She couldn't help but look in the direction of the aroma.

He Mingxiao was carrying grilled eggplant and vegetable skewers towards them.

Wei Zeling's eyes lit up, and she immediately perked up.

She smiled and stood up to take the tray from his hands. "Thank you for your hard work, Mingxiao. Let me help you! Oh, you baked it so well, my mouth is watering!"

He Mingxiao glanced at her, avoided her hand, placed the tray on the table, and said in a light tone, "I didn't bake this. You should thank Teacher Langzhuo."

Wei Zeling's expression stiffened, and she gave a dry laugh. "Well, you did put in the effort too... Oh, Mingxiao, do you remember? We used to have barbecues together all the time! Right in your backyard. But I was still young back then, and I was always clumsy. You would always help me clean up the mess. Aunt Xia even joked that we were a match made in heaven, the younger sister causing trouble and the older brother cleaning up the mess—"

However, before she could finish speaking, He Mingxiao interrupted her with a light chuckle: "You do have a correct understanding of yourself, but I cleaned up the mess simply because I hate dirt and mess, it has nothing to do with you."

He paused, then added, "Also, I only have one older brother, no younger sister."

Wei Zeling was completely speechless.

Nan Xian leaned back on the sofa, holding her phone, but secretly she was listening to the conversation. She appeared calm on the surface, but inside she was about to burst out laughing.

Watching Wei Zeling fawn over He Mingxiao, and He Mingxiao teasing Wei Zeling, has truly become her recent source of joy.

While enjoying the gossip, Nan Xian suddenly heard He Mingxiao call her name.

She was taken aback, and subconsciously responded.

He Mingxiao said gently, "I heard you cough a few times today, so I made you some pear soup. Would you like to drink it now, or should I bring it to your room later?"

One sentence made everyone present stop what they were doing and their eyes immediately shifted to Nan Xian's face.

Even Sheng Zhicheng, who had been squatting silently by the fire, looked over curiously.

An eerie silence fell over the room.

Nan Xian: ...This is really a headache. This guy said it on purpose in front of the camera, didn't he?!

Just then, Wei Zeling suddenly shuddered, bent over, and braced herself against the table, vomiting out a mouthful of blood!