The original plan was to air the show once a week, but on the fifth day, the production team called and said they were ready to start recording.
This time it was a two-day trip.
Nancy couldn't come with me this time because she had other work.
Before she left, she repeatedly reminded me not to cause any trouble.
I guarantee with Goldie's life that I will behave.
She mimed slicing her throat at Goldie, and in response, Goldie hung its head low, emitting a whimper.
It sounded pitiful.
Looking at the three-story villa before me, I sighed in my heart.
The production team was surprisingly generous this time.
The program started and the producer begins the process.
"Alright, welcome everyone to the live recording of Pet-themed Variety Show Episode 2."
"This time, we will have a two-day-one-night team building activity, where we hope to forge stronger connections and enjoy ourselves."
"This time, we will welcome two new members. Let's applaud and welcome the best actor, Emerson Gough, and his beloved pet."
The venue instantly erupted with enthusiastic applause, and I stood still in disbelief.
It wasn't until I saw Emerson's handsome face before me that I realized this fact.
I didn't dare look at Emerson because I stole his 'son'.
I suddenly felt like I was caught on the spot at the scene.
The netizens in the live broadcast room found that I was a little guilty.
[Listen, I told you Cherry must have taken this dog. Look at her, and she can't even look Emerson in the eye. She's clearly guilty.]
[With her appearance, she really looks guilty.]
[Hey, Cherry stopped arguing with people; she must feel guilty.]
The producer asked Emerson, "Emerson, why did you come to participate in our pet variety show?"
Emerson glanced at the producer with indifference and said, "Wasn't it you who invited me?"
The producer immediately broke into a cold sweat and thought, "But didn't you refuse?"
But he didn't dare to say that.
"Haha~ yes, is this your beloved pet? Can you introduce it to us? "
"Pearlie, sit down now!" Emerson barked at the Husky named Pearlie in a stern tone.
After Pearlie obediently sat down, Emerson spoke again. "Pearlie, one and a half years old, loves to steal things, loves to run away from home, has no merits."
The whole scene seemed to be muted, strangely quiet.
Because Emerson was looking at me when he said this.