After doing the activity of resenting the heavens and earth, taunting the comments which lasted a good two hours, until there was only a table of fiery red crayfish shells left, Ji Zhiyao turned off the livestream fully satisfied and contented. Then, he started cleaning up the mess.
After washing his hands, he thought for a minute, pulled out his phone, and intentionally held it further. Then, he very uncaringly swept a look at Weibo.
… That message seemed to have sunken to the bottom of the ocean.
Ji Zhiyao then slowly stuffed his phone back into his pocket and prepared to head upstairs.
Just as his feet landed on the first step, turning sounds came from the front door. Ji Zhiyao turned back instinctively to see Ji Qingge enter with her tongue stuck out.
