Shen Ting glanced at the time on the screen and took off running.
Xia Qing went straight into the elevator too.
Though Su Weiwang was still a little confused, he was a good sport.
Wen Nuannuan scrambled away, practically tripping over herself.
In the end, only Meng Yun remained on the floor, shedding tears of anguish.
Bai Yuanyuan reached out a foot and nudged his springy bottom. "Still not running? Do you want me to catch you that badly?"
"If I run, will you let me off?" Meng Yun asked, streaming tears and snot.
"If you run, I don't know whether I'll let you off. But if you don't, I definitely won't." Bai Yuanyuan felt as though this man had used up her entire lifetime's supply of speechlessness.
"Boohoo..." At that, Meng Yun wriggled like a caterpillar and crawled away.
[Young master, pull yourself together! You're the fattest-oops, I mean, the best!]
[Young master: What a blessing it is to have fans like you!]
[Hahaha, fight back, young master!]
Meanwhile, in the room where the director was stationed.
Several cameramen were drawing lots to determine whom they would follow.
Before drawing, two of the cameramen kept tilting their heads back in prayer, muttering under their breath.
After the drawing ended.
A tall, thin cameraman wearing glasses looked at the name on his slip, and his whole world turned gray.
Shen Ting again. Was this the legendary meaning of staying consistent from beginning to end? I was the one following Shen Ting at the very start of the show, and now, in the final episode, it's still me.
Oh, heavens above, earth below, couldn't someone else get a taste of this wonderful opportunity?
A plump man around his age standing beside him also let out a deep sigh. *Why was it