Zhu Fei sat up straight, then widened her eyes and covered her mouth.
"Ahem, Zhu Fei, you're here." The middle-aged man in the holographic silver screen coughed lightly. Only then did the people in the meeting come back to their senses.
As their manager, it was rare for the middle-aged man to be so engrossed in a live broadcast. He was a little embarrassed to be called back to his senses by Zhu Fei, but he chose to prioritize the overall situation and explained, "This is a potential streamer that our company's higher-ups recently discovered. My Child Is The Best does classical food live broadcasts like you."
Why was it her again?
Zhu Fei felt that something was wrong.
[My child fed me. I'm so happy.]
[This shrimp tastes superb.]
[The federal research institute charges five interstellar coins per catty. You're welcome!]
