"Does being dopey count?"
Luo Xingguang: "Mr. Pan, don't be fooled by her looks!"
She's actually got a bad temper, and she's particularly fierce when she hits people.
"In this era, being dopey is a moneymaker."
Song Yaoyao wandered around a few times before walking into the courtyard.
Then, on an empty field, she saw firewood that hadn't been chopped up yet.
Song Yaoyao knew that sometimes Pan Shiyu liked to use an earthen stove when cooking.
She bent down, picked up the axe on the ground, and paused.
Xing Jiang's heart was beating fast as he watched from behind the camera.
"Quick, quick, quick, go stop her, don't let her play with that!"
Before Song Yaoyao went on the show, their station had received a message: if Song Yaoyao got injured, their show would not be able to go on.
Initially, Xing Jiang thought he had fallen into a trap. Who knew, it would be god that was messing with him.
