I drove them to the nearby market.

As soon as the car stopped, Darcy couldn't wait to get out, squatting on the side of the road looking uncomfortable.

Amber took off her sunglasses and looked at Darcy. "Car sick?"

Darcy looked up at her, tears still in her eyes. "Amber, I'm fine. It's just that Leia's driving might have been a bit..."

Then she suddenly realized she was still in front of the camera, and immediately stopped talking.

The barrage immediately began to condemn.

[Seeing Darcy's uncomfortable face, my heart ached.]

[Leia's driving skills are too poor. Who is she trying to upset?]

[It's only a short distance, how can it be so uncomfortable? She also came by car this morning...]

[The one above must be a fan of Leia. It has nothing to do with distance, it's purely because Leia's skills are too poor.]

No wonder she insisted that I drive, she was waiting for me here.

It's a pity that my sister-in-law is a tough woman who doesn't care about trivial matters, and she's lazy.

When it comes to unimportant people and things, she goes into standby mode.

So she wouldn't think about any other meanings beyond the literal ones of these little tricks.

Amber pointed directly at the staff behind her.

"Leia was driving very smoothly just now... If you're not feeling well, you should go back and rest. She and I can go shopping."

Darcy looked at Amber, who was about to go over and communicate with the production team.

She finally realized that Amber really wasn't going to follow the script she had imagined.

For the sake of the next shot, Darcy picked up the basket and put it on her back.

"It's okay, I'm feeling much better now. I'll carry this basket."

Amber turned around and glanced at Darcy.

"You know your body best, but don't push yourself. It's not worth it if you're uncomfortable and slow down the recording of the show. Think about it."

Darcy stood awkwardly in place.

She lowered her head and thought for a while before slowly saying, "It's okay, I can continue recording the show. I can also carry the basket."

Amber frowned at the list on her phone, not noticing her small movement.

"If your body is okay, then you can carry it."

Darcy sighed, looking left and right for my whereabouts.

Waiting for me to inevitably take over the basket from her weak hands.

After all, there was only one basket.

It's not that she didn't want to carry it, but that Darcy couldn't.

This way, I would naturally carry all the groceries, taking on this thankless task.

While Darcy chatted happily with Amber.

At this time, I came over with another basket on my back. "Why do you look so bad? Are you still uncomfortable? Amber and I can go shopping by ourselves."

Seeing the sudden appearance of another basket, Darcy was speechless.

Her plan was disrupted by me, and she didn't know how to recover for a moment.

I smiled at Darcy, who was still standing there, and waved at her.

"Let's go, the actor is waiting for our groceries at home. Or, do you want to stay here and rest?"

Darcy looked at the camera moving further away, gritted her teeth, and carried the basket.

She slowly followed Amber and me.

Darcy's fans started to complain.

[Our Darcy is not feeling well and still has to carry such a heavy basket.]

[Leia is really cunning, she brought her own basket but didn't remind Darcy.]

[...Didn't she let her rest? It was Darcy who insisted on following.]

[Exactly, those who earn a monthly salary of 3500 should stop meddling in celebrity affairs. Who can be as hardworking as us workers!]

I couldn't help but laugh as I walked with Amber.

Successfully completed the first step of breaking the scheming bitch routine.