At this time, for anyone to still act rashly in the face of nature's harsh weather, it's simply mindless.
"Xu Jiaojiao... stop pulling on the tent, just come into mine to shelter from the rain for now."
Bo Huan rushed forward in the torrential rain, speaking urgently.
Xu Jiaojiao saw Bo Huan's tent was as steady as a rock while her own tent was blown away by the wind, instantly feeling a sense of disparity.
This rainstorm is simply a trial from the heavens.
Bo Huan's tent is intact, while hers is ruined.
When the show airs, where will her face go?
Anyway, there are no cameras now, so Xu Jiaojiao didn't bother to keep up appearances.
"Alright, Bo Huan, stop pretending to be kind. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. If you pull me in, you'll become the good person who can pitch tents and is helpful. Anyway, the airborne cameras have been knocked out by the rain, so there's no need for you to act."
Bo Huan: "..."
