Wanwan stood still for a moment, lost in thought. She took out a cheese stick from her pocket, unwrapped it, and put it in her mouth. With her hands in her pockets, she walked back to the courtyard to find Zhu Qing for help.
Finding her brother was out of the question.
As for Uncle Huang… it was unlikely too.
He was probably battling with her brother. The number one photographer followed behind Wanwan, holding his camera, listening to instructions from the assistant director through his earpiece. He spoke up and engaged in conversation with Wanwan.
“Wanwan, what are you planning to do?” he asked.
Wanwan paused and turned around to look at the photographer, with whom she had recently established a revolutionary friendship. She cooperatively replied, “I’m going to find Sister Zhu Qing to help me take down the milk bottle.”
“Wanwan, is your brother always like this?”
“What do you mean by 'always’?” Wanwan didn’t understand what he was specifically referring to.