"Go ahead and film."
Song Sancheng and Wu Lan were busy organizing everyone to plant trees on the mountain, leaving Seventh Uncle as the only elder at home. Isn't there a saying that age brings wisdom?
Song Tan, who usually never meddles in other people's business, was suddenly so polite to the local town police. He knew it was for the long-term benefit.
Though their own family didn't care, the two guesthouses they were opening were highly valued; Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun had spent all their savings.
Being all their own kids, Seventh Uncle felt concerned too!
So he was particularly polite to Officer Chen at this moment: "Just film whatever you want, I don't understand much about interior design. As long as you think it's good."
Officer Chen nodded, thinking how friendly this family was!
He then turned around and stuffed the last bit of egg into his mouth, chewing slowly and reluctantly before swallowing, and then glanced at the cup of tea, feeling increasingly pained.
