Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 87 It's okay, I'm not afraid of dogs anymore.

Upon seeing the words on the note, Fan Wenran was stunned.

Her voice unconsciously lowered, her expression tense, and she secretly glanced at the village chief, who was chatting amiably with the director. Goosebumps stood on end all over her body.

"Sister Yan, what do we do? Oh my god! Did I misunderstand her? Is this 'outward turn' actually WiFi? Brother Hao was right the other day, there's a signal jammer!"

Yan Zhuoyu smiled helplessly, patted Fan Wenran on the shoulder, and at the same time, quietly crumpled the note into a ball and put it in her pocket.

"Don't worry, when she gave me this note, she said, 'Hurry up and leave, don't let anyone find out.' It sounds like she meant well, but the note actually asked me to save her, which is a bit contradictory."

Fan Wenran gradually calmed down, her brows furrowed: "That's right, we've been here for so long, if she really wanted to ask for help, she would have had plenty of opportunities, but she just had to choose the moment when we were about to leave."

"It cannot be ruled out that she and the village chief are in cahoots, trying to take advantage of our sympathy and lead us to an unsafe place."

Yan Zhuoyu calmly analyzed the situation, her gaze fixed on the village chief: "Moreover, with so many tall and strong cameramen in the crew, why did they choose a weak little girl like me who has no strength to fight?"

"That's a bit too deliberate. I don't think I have a kind face."

Fan Wenran's lips twitched. Was Sister Yan a little unclear about her own position?

She vaguely remembered that as soon as they met, Yan Zhuoyu picked her up in a princess carry.

What kind of delicate little girl is this?

"Then... let's just pretend we didn't see it and ignore it?" Fan Wenran asked tentatively.

"Tube."

Yan Zhuoyu picked up her lunchbox and found a cool place to sit down: "All we need to do is call the police for them. As ordinary citizens, protecting our own personal safety is the greatest support we can give to the police."

"And this note, once the village chief leaves, we need to tell everyone in the film crew. There's strength in numbers, so we need to be more vigilant and avoid any information gaps that could be exploited."

Fan Wenran nodded vigorously, her face full of trust: "Sister Yan, I really feel safe with you by my side. Who would treat you like a weak, defenseless little girl if you weren't around?"

“Let me see your 50…” Yan Zhuoyu frowned, realizing something was wrong: “Wait, are you trying to sarcastic or mock me?”

"Hehe." Fan Wenran smiled shyly: "You found out."

Yan Zhuoyu said easily, "It's okay, I'll have Sister Qiao come over and sleep in the same room with you tonight."

"No! I want to sleep with you!" Fan Wenran cried, her face contorted with grief.

It was hot, and no one had much of an appetite. They would chat for a bit every now and then, and eventually they finished their meal.

After the meal, the assistant began collecting the lunch boxes for unified disposal.

Yan Zhuoyu took some time to tell everyone what was on the note.

Tan Wenbo took the slip of paper, his hand trembling slightly, his face filled with disbelief: "Damn, what kind of luck do I have? I won the prize with just a random pick."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Yan Zhuoyu: "Teacher Yan, you did the right thing. Luckily, I didn't take Fan Wenran and the other person to the village chief's office to find out what was going on. If something had happened, I really wouldn't know how to explain it to your family."

Hao Ge's expression was somewhat bitter: "If only my mouth could be this accurate when buying lottery tickets."

Someone suggested, "To see if it's true, why don't we send someone to the village chief's office to check?"

He was immediately met with a rebuttal: "Easier said than done, who would go? What if you went in and a bunch of grown men were squatting there with shovels, you wouldn't even be able to run away."

……

Yan Zhuoyu pressed her hand down, signaling everyone to be quiet: "Now that everyone knows about this, I think we should call the police and let them handle it. Does anyone have any opinions?"

Tan Wenbo nodded in agreement: "Yes, leave professional matters to professionals. We need to leave here as soon as possible to ensure everyone's safety."

Fan Wenran asked, "Should we call the police now, or wait until we leave tomorrow?"

Hao rubbed his arms, looking disgusted: "Of course we should report it after we leave. If we report it now and get caught, even if there are many of us, we won't have as many people as their entire village."

"Yes, and the signal is blocked here, so we can't report an emergency."

Tan Wenbo added, and then began to direct the camera crew to pack up their equipment: "Now that we know about this, staying any longer would be irresponsible to all the teachers. Everyone, hurry back and pack your things. We'll leave at 3 p.m.

Someone asked with concern, "What about the scenes that weren't filmed?"

"It's just a few minutes of footage. We'll fill it in later when things are settled," Tan Wenbo joked. "Your lives are more important, everyone."

With everyone on the same page, the crew quickly cleaned up the filming location.

On the way back, we occasionally encountered a few villagers, and everyone tacitly maintained their usual greetings, as if nothing had happened.

Yan Zhuoyu and several girls walked in the middle, hurrying back to the hotel.

Li Xumin happened to be playing with his younger sister at the door when he saw Tan Wenbo and his group rushing back. He quickly asked, "Director Tan, why are you back so early? You've even packed up the filming equipment?"

Tan Wenbo shrugged, took off his soaking wet hat and showed it off, saying, "It's too hot. I can wring water out of this hat. Xiao Wang even got heatstroke. Anyway, there aren't many shots left, so let's take a break and film when we're cooler."

Li Xumin nodded and smiled, "Oh, I see. I thought you were leaving after filming. I was thinking of having my dad arrange a wrap party to thank you. Thanks to your live stream last time, the villagers are still busy packing up."

His younger sister, Li Tianjiao, was wearing a handmade cotton and linen shirt, her bangs cut so badly they looked like a dog had chewed them, and she was having a great time playing with the big yellow dog guarding the gate.

Li Tianjiao gripped the white baseball tightly in his hand, straining to throw it as far as possible, and when he smiled, he revealed two white baby teeth.

The big yellow dog sat alertly and upright, its ears perked up, ready to anticipate where its little owner would throw it.

But Li Tianjiao was still young, and after spinning around six or seven times, he couldn't stand up and fell to the ground with a thud, losing his baseball somewhere.

The big yellow dog completely ignored its little owner's cries and immediately went to chase the ball excitedly.

Li Xumin ended his casual conversation with Tan Wenbo, quickly stepped forward to help the younger sister up, and offered perfunctory words of comfort.

Tan Wenbo put the hat back on and waved for everyone to hurry back and pack their things.

Yan Zhuoyu and Fan Wenran were holding hands, about to step onto the stone steps at the door, when something furry bumped into their calves.

What gave me a tumble on my bottom?

She stopped and glanced down.

The big yellow dog just happened to turn its rear end around, still holding the baseball in its mouth, its eyes full of anticipation and a desire for credit, its tail practically wagging wildly.

Li Xumin got impatient with coaxing her, so he simply left her standing there crying and ran to Yan Zhuoyu.

He rubbed his hands together, a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Teacher Yan, my dog, Dahuang, is a bit too affectionate, but it never bites. I hope I didn't scare you?"

Yan Zhuoyu squatted down and patted Da Huang's head. She thought of another little boy and felt a strange itch in her teeth.

But at her age, she clearly can't compete with Big Yellow in terms of teeth strength.

Yan Zhuoyu put her hand near the big yellow dog's mouth, and the dog immediately obediently released the baseball from its mouth: "Woof!"

Yan Zhuoyu patted Dahuang again and smiled, "So good."

The white baseball was covered with dog teeth marks of all sizes. She handed it back to Li Xumin: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of dogs anymore."