Ye Wan had anticipated the beginning, but she had never expected such an ending.
Pairing her up with a finance or archaeology anchor would have been fine.
But a link with an old monk, was she supposed to chant "Amitabha" together with him?
The ding-a-ling of her cell phone rang, and Ye Wan casually answered the call.
A burst of "hahaha" joyful laughter came through the earpiece.
Qiu Yuze was in a great mood, "Honghuang, you're quite lucky. Xuanmiao Old Monk is a very nice person. Every time he kindly chats with his fans, recites a few 'Amitabhas', and fills them up with a few bowls of soul-nourishing chicken soup, one livestream ends just like that. Not bad, not bad. The interaction link is tomorrow at eight o'clock. You better quickly read through the Vajra Mantra or the Great Compassion Mantra a few times tomorrow. Let's grasp the Buddha's feet in emergency, so even if we lose, we won't lose too miserably!"
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Lose?
