Wei Qinghe turned his head away, giving the camera his backside, then whispered to Tang Youmin, loud enough only for the two of them to hear.
He was really pissed off with Tang Youmin.
"Fuck, how the hell do you talk? Don't think you're invincible just because you have Yu Ting backing you up. Don't you understand what I mean?" Tang Youmin moved a little, also turned his back to the camera, and started talking to Wei Qinghe, "It's the last day or two, why are you hoarding so much food? Give me some to eat."
Fucking hell, what a shitty variety show.
Is the life of a director too blissful? Seeking his own trouble.
I was so pissed off. If it hadn't been for the mandatory participation required by Southwest Entertainment, I wouldn't have bothered coming.
Fucking endured all this for more than fifty days.
"I'm happy doing so," said Wei Qinghe, righteously, "if you have nothing to eat, go chew on tree bark."
"Or eat bugs if you're desperate. Get some protein."
Tang Youmin: ...
