As the number of viewers in the live broadcast room increased, it became common to see people arguing.
Lin Xing, who was about to be dragged away by Zhao Yingnan, took the opportunity to slap Zhao Yingnan's hand away and crossed her arms.
"I say, even if you don't want to feed that little monkey, there's no need to drive it away, right?"
"The little monkey didn't provoke you. Besides, it originally lived here. It was us who disturbed the animals by filming the show. You're that reluctant?"
"If you want to feed it, you can." Song Qingyou coldly glanced at him.
"Hmph! I don't have anything in my hands, right? If I had food to eat, would you still have a chance? I'd have already fed it!"
"So, you're admitting that you're incompetent?"
"You!" Lin Xing's face turned pale. "Anyway, I'm not as emotionless as you! You're willing to chase away such a cute little monkey. I think you'll throw away that cat sooner or later, you cold-blooded woman!"
