Sang Ning suddenly narrowed her eyes, locking her gaze firmly onto Director Sun.
Director Sun quickly averted his eyes, pulled out his phone from his pocket, and pretended to make a call: "Hello? Who are you? The signal's bad—"
While talking, he shuffled away with tiny steps, slowly slipping behind the group of photographers.
[Director Sun: Not someone to mess with, better slip away quickly.]
[Director Sun is practically a little troublemaker, only responsible for lighting the fire, never extinguishing it.]
[Sang Ning: So all my effort these past few days was for nothing? My money, such a huge pile of money!]
While the guests were still fretting over how to cross the river, a lady with her head wrapped in a cloth floated downstream on a small bamboo raft.
"Brother and sisters, are you trying to cross the river?" The lady paddled her raft straight up to the group of guests.
