Before the sun rose the next day, Little Gray started shouting in the courtyard.
Lin Ci knocked on the door. "Xiao Er, Little Gray is calling for you. It's hungry. Hurry up and get up to cut grass for it."
Cheng Ye was as sleepy as a dog but had long heard Little Gray's cries. He had just pretended to be completely deaf.
The director had already knocked on the door, so he could not ignore the foal anymore. He opened the door and knelt down in tears. "Director, I don't want a donkey anymore. I was wrong, take it away! I beg of you…"
Lin Ci said, "That won't do. It's your donkey, so you have to take good care of it."
Cheng Ye went crazy. He put on his clothes and walked out. The production crew had already prepared a sickle and a basket for him.
Lin Ci said, "A friendly reminder: If the donkey eats some dewy grass, it might get thinner!"
Cheng Ye, who had a morning temper, growled like a groundhog. "I understand!"
