After replying, Ye Wan continued to lower her head and work on her problems.
Once she had checked her answers and corrected her mistakes, as if remembering something, Ye Wan opened the chat box for "Wanwan is a Little Fairy," "I have a ticket to Feiyu's mid-year fan meeting. Would you like to come?"
Three tickets—one was given to the passionate buyer of 600,000 fruit portions, "Life is so hard."
Another was given to Yang Weiwei.
Now, Ye Wan had only the last ticket left in her hand.
With so many veteran fans, Ye Wan really couldn't recall who was the first to click into her livestreaming room and follow her, and it didn't feel right to favor some over others, so she had set it aside.
Who would have expected to come across this high-roller?
How else could one say it? The scent of money is always fragrant.
One couldn't simply let someone's million bucks watch just a grand display of fake fireworks, right?
Lu Changchuan glanced at the ticket Rong Qian had placed in his drawer.
