Xu Wang looked at the muddy ground before him, found a good spot to step, and planted his foot firmly.
With Xu Wang holding on to him, Pei Yanchuan stood close beside him. Both of them had steady footing.
Zhong Ran failed to watch his step as he got out of the car. His foot slipped, and he toppled straight backward, right into Leng Yifan. Leng Yifan's leather shoes were already a little slippery, and he was dragged backward too. Luckily, the staff member getting out behind him had not yet left the car. He hurriedly grabbed Leng Yifan's suit, struggling to hold them up with both hands.
The three of them formed a chain.
Seeing this, the cameraman hurried over to help, finally getting the two half-mud-covered men back on their feet.
[Hahahahaha, I can't. What kind of bizarre formation is this?]
[That staff member's whole face has gone red.]
[Staff member: I can't do this. You're too heavy. I really can't hold on.]
[Come to think of it, the car probably can't go any farther on this ground, right?]
[Not necessarily. I just saw the livestream catch a stretch of dry road ahead. It should only be this short section. They could try pushing the car out.]
[Pushing it out would probably be pretty hard. The ground's too slippery, and the car's so heavy.]
[Here comes the director's first dirty trick. (grabs popcorn)]
Xu Wang and the others took their suitcases out of the trunk. This stretch of road really was short; just a few more steps brought them onto relatively dry ground.
Jiang Xiubai looked at the mud-covered car behind them and shook his head. "Director, you've done this to the product your sponsor provided. Aren't you afraid they'll stop sponsoring you?"
"We might not have