Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

Surprisingly, all the children were very satisfied with their fathers.

Song Jingyu looked at the little kid following Jiang Zhiyi in disbelief.

Aren't you here to monitor him?

"It seems like you all have a good understanding."

At this time, Bi Ren came out and began to talk about the next matters with a smile.

"Next, you will need to take your sons to the county supermarket to buy food for dinner and cultivate your relationship. Please note that each of your families has limited funds.

It should be distributed reasonably.

Our trip this time is not a trip in the ordinary sense, it is a journey of life.

Now the journey begins, I wish you all a pleasant journey. "

After saying this, he hid his merits and fame.

All the guests held the fifty yuan in their hands and wanted to speak Chinese quintessence.

Fifty yuan, and we have to go to the county town...

Are you kidding?

Not only the guests were speechless about the program crew.

Even all the audience watching in front of the screen were discussing the fifty yuan.

[Fifty, hahahaha, the production team really knows how to stir things up.]

[Fifty yuan, is that enough for a meal?]

If I remember correctly, it took them about an hour to get from the gathering place to the B&B. How long would it take to get to the county town at this distance?

I know, I know! My hometown is right there. Driving from that guesthouse to the county town takes at least half an hour. The cheapest bus is the township bus, which costs ten yuan per person.

So, the round-trip fare for both father and son is 40? Tsk tsk... Really inhumane.

[Poor Lang Lang! What an inhumane production crew!]

Jiang Zhiyi laughed while holding the fifty yuan in his hand.

The program crew is really inhumane.

Even if the production team behaves inhumanely, the show must go on.

"Let's go, son, let's go buy some groceries." Jiang Zhiyi walked up to Huo Yunxiu and extended his hand.

The other three pairs of father and son had already walked out hand in hand.

Song Jingyu walked the fastest while holding Fang Yubo's hand.

Already reached the gate.

Huo Yunxiu glanced at Jiang Zhiyi's hand.

He put his hand on it and said, "Okay, since your hands are pretty, I'll let you hold my hand."

At such a young age, he speaks in a condescending tone like a domineering president, which is not only not annoying but very pleasing.

Jiang Zhiyi couldn't help but laugh: "Why, if my hands don't look good, our fate ends here today?"

Where did this kid learn these domineering quotes?

"Hmph, you're so good-looking yet you come on the show, do you have any purpose?" Huo Yunxiu asked instead of answering Jiang Zhiyi's question.

He always remembered the tasks assigned to him by his elder brother.

He had already analyzed it. Instead of following Song Jingyu, it would be better to follow the person who made Song Jingyu stupid.

Stop Song Jingyu from becoming obsessed with love at the source.

Jiang Zhiyi's smile grew even wider. "So, who's prettier, me or Song Jingyu?"

Huo Yunxiu blurted out without thinking: "Of course it's Song Jing..."

Halfway through my speech, I suddenly realized that I seemed to have been tricked by this person.

He quickly changed his words. He was only six years old and still had a unique baby voice. Even his overbearing tone could not hide his childish nature.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Who am I to answer yours?"

Humph, big brother is right, the more good-looking a person is, the more likely they are to lie.

He is as good at lying as Song Jingyu was at lying to his elder brother.

"Okay, I'll answer your question first, and you have to answer mine." Jiang Zhiyi took Huo Yunxiu's hand and started walking out.

“I went on the show because it’s very famous, and the people who can go on our show are all big names.

The ratings are amazing.

Some people have been slandering me recently. No matter how much evidence I produce to prove my innocence, those people seem to be blinded by ghosts.

I had no choice but to go on a show to see if I could clear my name."

Jiang Zhiyi nodded the little ghost's head.

There was no concealment in his words.

[Hehe~ Now that you've hooked up with a wealthy sponsor, aren't you even trying to hide your intentions?]

[The above, you really don't need to see this with your eyes. Isn't the evidence Jiang Zhiyi listed enough? You're blind to see it. You're embarrassing your master by frequently and mindlessly coming out to seek attention.]

[Fuck, Jiang Zhiyi actually called us blind. He doesn't even look at what he's done, and he still has the nerve to try to whitewash himself? Humph, just wait and see how he tries to whitewash himself. If he can whitewash himself, I'll eat a bunch of shit live on TV.]

I think Jiang Zhiyi is right. Aren't celebrities all about exposure and fame? It's a very honest answer. Why are some people, like Jiang Zhiyi said, obsessed?

[I bet I'll eat two piles of shit, and Jiang Zhiyi's face will get darker the more she washes.]

[The people above, you guys really don't see what's going on. Tsk tsk, you're really blind.]

The united front of fifty yuan did not last for fifty seconds, and a new round of fighting began in the live broadcast room.

Why is it called a fight?

Apart from the internet trolls that Xue Du bought for Jiang Zhiyi and some of Jiang Zhiyi's fans, Jiang Zhiyi also gained quite a few passersby fans during the short time the show was aired.

And some new fans.

They have relatively clear minds and can clearly analyze the whole process of things.

Jiang Zhiyi's appearance has embodied the image of a stunning artist in their minds.

Bai Lang’s fans have been criticized to the point that they are almost questioning their lives.

Of course, Bai Lang from the program crew was completely unaware of this.

"Now let me ask you, who is prettier, me or Song Jingyu?"

Huo Yunxiu blurted out: "Song Jingyu..."

The sound is not small.

Song Jingyu, who was walking in front, staggered and almost fell when he heard his name.

Why is this ancestor talking about him?

Song Jingyu wanted to hear what Jiang Zhiyi and Huo Yunxiu talked about him, but he didn't want to get too close.

I feel very anxious.

In the end, he walked slower and slower while holding Fang Yubo's hand.

"But you also said I looked good just now!" Jiang Zhiyi looked jealous: "You are still my son now. I think there should be a little bit of a weak father-son relationship between us."

"I'm so sad. My family all praised me for being pretty, but my precious son praised someone else for being pretty. I'm so heartbroken."

As she spoke, it seemed as if she was about to burst into tears of grievance the next moment.

No matter how aloof Huo Yunxiu appears, he is just a six-year-old child.

After being teased so sincerely by Jiang Zhiyi, he immediately showed the characteristics of a child.

He said awkwardly: "Actually, you are also good-looking. Don't cry secretly just because I said Song Jingyu is good-looking. In my heart, you are also very good-looking."

There was still a cocky expression on his face.

Saying this really made him feel like he was betraying his elder brother.

But in his heart, the older brother he just met seemed to be better looking.

Song Jingyu: ...

Netizen: ...What’s up with this damn stealing feeling?

Xue Du: ...Okay, very good. This means we are not going to leave him any chance of survival.

When the four pairs of fathers and sons walked hand in hand to the main road to take a taxi, Song Jingyu was already walking side by side with Fang Yubo and Jiang Zhiyi.