After briefly running for more than ten minutes, the tire marks disappeared.
Guan Beibei, sharp-eyed, saw a red corner exposed under a pile of stones in the distance.
It happened to match the color of the down jacket she and Shen Yiyang were wearing.
"Ah ah ah, baby, we've succeeded!!!"
She gave Shen Yiyang's little face a fierce rub, and Guan Beibei stepped forward a few paces to flip out the large red envelope from under the stones.
The mission card contained only a short sentence.
[Please gather five-colored Gesang flowers and bring them to the Namu Mongolian yurt]
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"Production team, are you kidding me? Where can we find Gesang flowers this season?"
She roared at the drone, hands on her hips, pondering for a long while before picking up the walkie-talkie again, "Sister Wan, Sister Wan, the production team wants me to gather five-colored Gesang flowers, do you have any suggestions?"
"Just take the Gesang flower seeds back, won't that do?"
