Han Qianyi and Wan Chen were just about to leave when their cell phones rang simultaneously.
Upon checking, it was a call from the show crew.
They were notified that someone had completed the task.
Zheng He hung up the phone, his face dark and stinky, and now there was no need to cover his face, since the game was over.
He looked at Han Qianyi and Wan Chen, who had not yet managed to leave, and snorted coldly: "Just now, if you had cooperated with us, we could all have scored points. Now, the points have gone to someone else!"
Han Qianyi spoke indifferently: "As long as you guys don't win, that's fine!"
Zheng He, anger grinding his molars, retorted: "You!"
The old Han Qianyi wasn't like this.
Previously, no matter what, Han Qianyi would always stand by his side and help him unconditionally. Now, Han Qianyi seemed to have a great aversion to him.
