Especially Song Yaqin and Wang Yanqiu—they were always ordering him around, making him do this and that, and he stupidly helped them.
I don't know. I don't have any information about what happens next either. This plane has too many restrictions. But judging from past experience, the ending probably won't be very pleasant.
"That's true." Su Qiao stared absently at a certain patch of bushes.
This was an accidental adventure in the forest. It hadn't been part of the original host's plans, but somehow, things had worked out this way.
"Xiao Si, help me record all of this. Once we get back, I'm going to post it all online."
Such an interesting event, such a challenging adventure—how could she not make good use of it?
She was now an outdoor survival streamer, after all. This was how she made a living.
Host, you must be happy now. What you liked most in the past was running all over the world, into forests and deserted islands. Now that you're an outdoor survival streamer, you can roam around openly while making money on the side.
Su Qiao rubbed her chin and nodded. "It really is pretty good."
"How come I never thought of such a suitable career before?"
If she had known earlier, would she have wasted so many opportunities?
She could have filmed all those forests, deserts, and islands. She would have become famous and wealthy long ago.
All right, stop gloating and hurry back. Han Feng's neck is about to turn into a giraffe.
444 saw Han Feng craning his neck to look over for the third time and hurriedly reminded her.
Su Qiao walked straight to the patch of grass she had been staring at earlier and picked all the small green berries growing on it.
Are these wild