Mu Mingxuan looked at the tent in his hands, badly damaged, and turned his head to Huo Miao, who was sitting motionless on the ground, and said, "Miaomiao, come and give me a hand."
If they did not set up the tent properly soon, all three of them would have to sleep on the grass tonight.
Huo Miao frowned and stepped forward to help when a thought suddenly struck her.
The tents of Mu Mingxuan and Huo Ziheng were washed away by the sea on the first night they arrived at this desolate island. The tent they were now holding actually belonged to her.
And Jian Tiantian's backpack, along with all her belongings, had been stolen by a troop of monkeys— including the tent they had slept in these past few days...
So, where should she sleep tonight?
Huo Miao, grasping the tent, suddenly froze.
She looked up at Mu Mingxuan and asked, "Brother Mingxuan, Jian Tiantian's belongings were stolen by the monkeys, and we've lost the tent, so where shall I sleep tonight?"