Yao Qing looked up at him.
The mocking low chuckle of the man came from the ear clip at her ear.
Then, without any disguise, the mockery, "My brain-damaged nephew came to find you?"
"...Nephew?"
"What?" Mu Ci looked at her, "You are the director's nephew?"
Yao Qing paused.
"I'm a woman."
Mu Ci then came to his senses, "...Oh, perhaps I was overthinking. However, your luck is really good, huh. Tsk tsk, worthy of the woman I set my sights on."
Yao Qing felt a chill down her spine.
She heard a cold voice in her ear again.
"Daring to touch his uncle's woman, he must be tired of living."
For some reason, she strangely felt pity for Mu Ci.
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Yao Qing kept her promise and went to look for food, which was quite a hassle in the forest.
Everyone was resting in their tents, and there wasn't much for the photographers to shoot, so naturally, they followed Yao Qing.
An Ru was envious and, wanting the camera's attention, jogged along after Yao Qing.
