Ning Shile saw how adamant Zheng Ye was and couldn't talk him out of it, so he could only go along with him. "All right, but if you still feel unwell later, you have to see a doctor."
Zheng Ye nodded in agreement.
The task the production team had arranged for today was tilling the land. The six guests had to till over a hundred mu.
The weather had turned cold, and tilling meant working outdoors for long stretches, so the production team had prepared protective gloves to keep everyone from getting hurt.
While everyone lined up to collect their gloves, Ning Shile kept thinking.
[So how am I supposed to find this Li Yian?]
[I need to find out where Li Yian was last night and whether he hurt Tangqiu, but I can't tip him off or let anyone notice...]
Hearing this, Bai Qiongyu took out his phone.
From what Lele was saying, had someone named Li Yian hurt Tangqiu?
His brows knitted as he looked up the contact information for the Bai Corporation's public relations manager.
Although the Bai Corporation's reputation in the industry had gone down the drain after the incident with Bai Hai, using its resources to investigate someone online wasn't difficult. As long as he had the right name, Bai Qiongyu could track the man down even if he'd been reduced to ashes.
Ning Shile thought for a long while, then happened to catch sight of the marker on the table. His eyes lit up.
[I've got it!]
He quietly walked over, hid the marker in his sleeve, then went outside.
Several crew members were preparing the mini tillers by the entrance. One of them pulled the starter cord, and the machine began buzzing.
An older crew member happened to be slacking off nearby, playing