Qi Ming's gift of gab was unmatched, and coupled with the fact that he knew he was in the wrong, his face turned red but he couldn't refute Wen Qiao. In a moment of desperation, he suddenly had a bright idea, "Why don't we ask the production team for help?"
"......"
Wen Qiao glanced at him disdainfully, "You might as well kneel down right here and now and pray for a miracle to conjure a matchstick for you."
Qi Ming thought the same.
Not long ago, the production team had said that if they couldn't find their way out, it would be just as good to let the audience watch them do a comic dialogue.
Just as he was prepared to face reality with a crestfallen look, the staff member's voice rang out in the room once more, "We can help."
Qi Ming immediately looked up, his eyes filled with surprise as he turned to Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao furrowed his brows and after a moment of silence walked up to the camera, "What's the catch?"
