Xie Chai Yue listened to Xiaoling’s nagging while looking at the promotional advertisement of the Qingtian video platform. He was dumbfounded at that moment.
If he had known earlier that Galaxy Technology’s Yu Tian would also set up a video platform, he would not have let that bastard Xie Wen do it even if he was beaten to death.
That Prodigal Bastard’s entire video platform investment was less than 20 million yuan, but the publicity that Yu Tian had done was already in the hundreds of millions.
“Shut up!”
Xie Chai Yue angrily interrupted Xiaoling’s words and growled, “Immediately tell that B * Stard Xie Wen to shut down the live streaming platform. From now on, he can’t go anywhere, or I’ll beat him to death!”
The phone hung up with a click. Xiaoling looked baffled and snorted, “You don’t care, right? Then I’ll take care of it myself. I don’t believe that Yu Tian is more powerful than my son!”
