Hua Mi and Da Fu were conversing outside the RV.
Inside the RV, Gong Yi despondently looked at the aluminum table leg in front of him and called Zhou Cheng.
The call connected, and Gong Yi whispered, "Hello?"
Zhou Cheng, holding his phone, asked in confusion,
"Hello what now? Brother Yi, what's up? You up to no good?"
Inside the RV, Gong Yi stealthily peeked out and looked toward Hua Mi's back, continuing in a low voice,
"Get me a table, and make it quick, but don't alert my wife."
"What's up with your wife? And what do you need a table for?"
Zhou Cheng raised his voice, pondered with his level of understanding, then realized with a chuckle,
"Brother Yi, getting frisky with your wife, huh?"
In the RV, Gong Yi's handsome face turned stern,
"What nonsense are you spouting? I sawed off the leg of my wife's table in the vehicle, and now she wants me to put it back on."
But the aluminum leg couldn't be reattached.
