Cheng Zhirang stared for a while, turned his head to look at the door, and Shen Zhousong walked over from the other side with a confused look, asking him:
"What's wrong with them? I greeted them, but no one looked at me, just focused on running."
Cheng Zhirang opened his mouth, then lowered his head, holding back laughter: "Seems like they were scared by something."
The cameraman behind him couldn't stop laughing.
The barrage was full of laughter about his experience, without a trace of sympathy. Sitting outside the ruins, watching the live computer stream, the director couldn't help but laugh while fanning himself, and a group of accompanying directors behind got together, laughing until sweat appeared.
[That chaotic scream scared me and made me spill my orange juice]
[My orange juice didn't spill]
[Hahahahahaha Brother Cheng was directly pushed away hahahahahahaha]
[So who touched Chu Qiu, triggering this scream mode?]
[It's like the devils have arrived]
