Jiang Yao couldn't help but complain after hearing this, "What kind of ill-fated beauty are you, to have such bad luck? Last time with Luo Bin, the security camera just happened to be broken, and this time, although there finally was surveillance, it was blocked."
After the crew had set up their respective tents, Wen Qiao asked Jiang Yao to find four pieces of cloth to cover the surroundings of the tent to shield it from the sun.
That really backfired, akin to lifting a rock only to drop it on her own foot.
Wen Qiao also sighed, "Maybe, heaven doesn't want my path to fame to be too smooth. After all, they say that before heaven assigns a great responsibility to someone, it must first weary their mind, toil their muscles and bones, and leave them—"
She hadn't finished reciting the poem when her growling stomach interrupted her.
"..."
Fu Jinghen hadn't said anything yet when Jiang Yao quickly stopped her, "No! You can't eat anything at night!"
