The four of them looked at each other.
The bullet screen instantly exploded.
Qiao Hefeng trembled as he accepted it with a confused expression.
Xiao He gave him a look.
After the few of them quickly finished setting up the salt pool, they went to do serious business.
After the letter was finished, it would take some time to dry the salt.
Another meeting was quickly organized in the tent.
"There's still one more problem that we have to face in assisting the small group!"
Qiao Hefeng knocked on the blackboard. The few people below raised their heads in unison.
"What?"
Qiao Hefeng turned around and wrote Su Feifei on the blackboard. He turned around and wrote Bo Silin on the opposite side.
In the middle column was a list
Holding hands — completed.
Kissing — completed.
A clash of love — incomplete.
