The coconut-picking location assigned by the production team wasn't far from their hostel, but Qi Ming adhered to the mindset of "if they are going to mess with me, I definitely can't let them off easy." Consequently, Wen Qiao stubbornly rode a small electric scooter for nearly an hour to reach the destination.
Wen Qiao and Qi Ming bickered non-stop, occasionally throwing out a few jokes, providing plenty of useful material while making themselves and others laugh incessantly. The staff found themselves unable to find a reason to urge them on.
But the patience of the driver, who was responsible for driving, had worn thin. By the end of the journey, his legs had gone numb.
"On the way back, you might as well walk and film," said the driver to the cameraman. "With their current speed, your two legs can definitely keep up."
Cameraman: "Do you believe that if I walk and film, Wen Qiao could ride that small electric scooter all the way up to the sky?"
Driver: "......"
Don't say it.
