In order to facilitate getting up early to shoot the next day and not having to rush to dismantle the tents, the tents where Fang Xiaole and others slept were set up at a distance from the yard.
Zhang Zhiqin slept in the same tent with Fang Xiaole. He was so tired that he went to bed early, but when he turned around, he saw Fang Xiaole still standing at the gate of the yard, concentrating on his mobile phone.
"You guys go to sleep first, I'll call home."
Fang Xiaole said something to Zhang Zhiqin and walked into the yard.
He had just sent a message to Lin Yao on WeChat, but she didn't reply.
Fang Xiaole was a little worried, so he wanted to wait and see, thinking that Lin Yao might still be working.
"Xu Fei, you need to get as close to Fang Xiaole as possible and buy his songs before Tang Wan does.
No matter how talented a person is, it's impossible to write many good songs in a short period of time. Since resources are limited, it's naturally first come, first served."
At this moment, in the living room on the first floor of the Orange House, a tall figure was stealthily walking to the door and looking out.
Xu Fei was holding a mobile phone in her hand, and the message on WeChat was the message that Li Hao had just sent.
Although Xu Fei went to bed and turned off the lights, she did not really fall asleep. Instead, she followed Li Hao's instructions and quietly got up at night, preparing to launch a "night attack" on Xiao Le.
As soon as she walked to the first floor and gently pushed the door half open, she saw Fang Xiaole sitting alone under the pavilion in the yard.
“This is a good opportunity.”
Xu Fei straightened her clothes and long hair, put on a confident smile on her face, pushed open the door and walked towards Fang Xiaole.
"Humph, I knew this smiling fox wouldn't follow the rules. You're the only one who knows how to attack at night?"
Not far behind her, a short and plump figure quietly followed her out.
At the same time, at the foot of Mount Manau, on a mountain road less than one kilometer away from the Orange House.
"Sister Yao, it's so late, can't we go tomorrow?"
Fangfang made a bitter face and followed Lin Yao, who was walking briskly.
"No, I have to go see him now. I...I want to try the method that Teacher Hong mentioned."
Lin Yao looked up at the shadowy farmhouse in the darkness ahead, her watery eyes flashing with anxious longing.
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