"I don't want to laugh at that idiot; I want to laugh at that adorable uncle who says, 'Don't bully him; Brother Fan is still a child.' Damn, that guy is definitely in cahoots with Fan."
"It's like having a shill!"
The group in the live broadcast room was roaring with laughter.
Kid, kid, kid...
Ha ha ha!
Damn, why is it so funny!
"Qin Le! Get the hell out of here." Jiang Xiaoyang roared in anger, damn it, didn't you see that Zhang Fan already won?
Fucking retard, are you here to slap my face or to mock me?
Damn!
Zhang Fan also laughed out loud, walked up to Qin Le, and slapped him on the shoulder, saying, "Are you ready?"
Qin Le's face stiffened.
Ready for what? Ready for what?
Is this guy going to hit someone again?
Damn, that's not acceptable!
Qin Le shifted away quickly, dodging Zhang Fan's hand, and then ran behind Xiong Lin, "President, you have to control him, he's going to hit someone again."
"Ha ha ha, this guy is such a coward!"
