Hatred surged in her eyes; no matter what, she was determined to seize this opportunity.
Tomorrow's Cliff of Self-Sacrifice...
As night fell, no one knew that a group of people were climbing toward the production crew's campsite.
Only Yu Kun, with his eyelids drooping, and another director, yawning, waited.
"Old Yu, what's going on with that guy from the Gu family? He insists on coming to our show, and he even rushed over in the middle of the night."
"Ha~~" Yu Kun yawned widely. "How would I know? They're a major shareholder of our station. Anyway, since we're already here, we might as well treat them well."
"Speaking of the Gu family, that guy is really legendary. When the Gu family had that car accident, everyone thought the Gu family was finished, but he just managed to pull them up. His methods were even more ruthless than that living devil of the Su family."
I don't know whether to say that this season of our show is lucky or unlucky. It was already nerve-wracking enough that you went to great lengths to invite those two big shots from the Su family, but then the Qin family squeezed in two more people, and now the Gu family's person has come in person.
"I just hope these gods don't start fighting."
Yu Kun yawned again, "The Su family and the Gu family have a good relationship. The Gu family's son recently bought a villa next to the Su family's and moved in. There's no way they'd fight."
As they were talking, a flashlight beam appeared on the mountain road ahead, and Yu Kun and the director quickly stopped talking and went to meet it.
The little dumpling was sleeping soundly when its chubby little body suddenly jolted awake, and it opened its still slightly sleepy big eyes. Its two short little legs inside the sleeping bag were twisted like a pretzel.
There was only a sliver of light leaking into the tent from outside. She stretched out her little hand, adorned with ten chubby dimples, and poked the large sleeping bag beside her.
Su Yan mumbled something, turned over, and fell asleep again.
The little dumpling's face turned red, and he felt he couldn't rely on his fourth brother. His chubby little hands deftly pulled open his sleeping bag.
Using both hands and feet, they crawled out of the tent and tumbled towards the makeshift toilet that the production team had temporarily built.
When the little dumpling, feeling refreshed and full of energy, strode confidently back to its tent, it saw a furtive figure peering out from outside.
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