"Since you've put it that way, I suppose I have no choice but to oblige."
Zhang Xiaowei shrugged and turned back.
Seeing his demeanor, Jing Yu glared at him fiercely.
"I'll go gather some firewood, Director Jing, please get out all the things we need for tonight."
After instructing Jing Yu, Zhang Xiaowei started looking for dry branches suitable for kindling a fire.
By the time he returned, Jing Yu had already taken out a pile of things from the backpack.
As the sky grew darker, Zhang Xiaowei could not afford to take a closer look.
He found some rocks first and circled out an area not too far away to start the fire.
Jing Yu spread out a picnic blanket near the fire and then began to carry things over bit by bit from the backpack.
Zhang Xiaowei watched in disbelief and couldn't help asking curiously, "Director Jing, what exactly have you brought?"
