"Sure," said Yan Huan. She didn't mind, since the tent was big enough for two. In fact, it was enough for three. However, she would never sleep with Su Muran. Who knows if Su Muran would slit her throat at night?
Zhou Zizhe volunteer to help Yan Huan with the tent. All these were simple tasks for him. Soon, the tent was set up. Yan Huan went inside with her bag, from which she took out her sleeping bag and some other stuff.
Zhou Zizhe walked over to help Su Muran with her tent. Just as he was about to start, he stopped.
"Miss. Su, would you rather share the tent with Yan Huan and Fang Ying? That way, you can look out for each other."
"It's fine, I'm not used to sleeping with other people," said Su Muran, sorting out the stuff in her bag. Being serviced by others was nothing new to her.
What an outstandish actress, thought Zhou Zizhe.
However, he was a goody-two-shoes, which was why Yan Huan kept calling him Uncle.
