My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 339 - 337: All I Ask Is for You to Have a Heart for Me

She crouched down and patted one of the ghost’s claws, "Please loosen your grip. It would be bad if he suddenly goes crazy and kicks you."

It was not easy to send the ghost away, and Qi Ming, who had been cheered up, once again fell into a listless state.

It seemed that they couldn’t count on him anymore.

Wen Qiao gave him a look full of unspeakable feelings and patted his shoulder, "Go stand over there."

Wen Qiao had never played the game King of Fighters, but after trying a round to get a feel for it, she quickly achieved five consecutive wins, bringing along her now-autistic anchor, into the next secret room.

Amid staff members occasionally dressing up as ghosts for surprise attacks, and with Qi Ming’s screams nearly matching the decibel level of Mount Everest, Wen Qiao maintained a cold expression throughout the entire escape room experience.

Considering this, she couldn’t help but find amusement—

Qi Ming truly deserved to be a singer. His high notes and lung capacity were indeed impressive.

When the two of them finally emerged into the daylight and breathed in the fresh air, listening to the outdoor chorus of cicadas and birds, Wen Qiao almost cried with emotion.

She declared that, aside from Qi Ming’s voice, even the sound of a tractor was the most beautiful sound in the world.

And Qi Ming, even knowing that the ghosts in the chamber were just staff members in disguise, was still scared out of his wits. After coming out, he had difficulty catching his breath.

A normally-dressed staff member approached with a smile, congratulated them, and considerately handed Qi Ming a bottle of mineral water, "You’ve been screaming for quite a while, are you thirsty? Have some water to soothe your throat."

He also gave Wen Qiao a bottle, "Congratulations to both of you for passing the challenge."

Wen Qiao took the water, took a sip, and looked emotionlessly at the staff, "I just ask that you pity me and next time don’t put me in the same group as him."

The staff member still smiled and nodded, "We’ll consider it."

That’s impossible.

The two of you together are such a spectacle, only a fool would take your request seriously.

Wen Qiao, as if guessing what was on the staff’s minds, glanced at them coolly and said nothing.

Forget it.

She didn’t have the energy to argue with them today.

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After riding in the production team’s car to their lodging for the night, Qi Ming and Wen Qiao surprisingly coordinated their actions upon seeing the other three regular cast members seated in chairs, smiling and welcoming them.

First, they withdrew the foot that had already crossed the threshold, then turned around and walked back.

[Are you two serious with your half-step retreat?]

[What’s wrong? Did the other three regulars also dress up as ghosts, or what? Why are these two running?]

[Wuwuwu, the image of the three handsome guys sitting in a row is just too pleasing to the eyes.]

[Their retreat was as synchronized as mine and my best friend’s after military training.]

The cameraman and staff following them were baffled at first, thinking that something had gone wrong with the inside arrangements, but having received no such notification themselves, they instinctively grabbed the strap of Wen Qiao’s shoulder bag and pulled her back, "Where are you going?"

Wen Qiao was pulled back, equally confused, "Didn’t the production team get the location wrong?"

Staff: "What kind of question is that, how could the production team get the location wrong?"

Wen Qiao pointed to the three seated inside, "So, the three sitting inside are here to shoot our show and not some other variety show?"

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