Zu He, when he heard Weiwei was live streaming, got excited and pushed his way forward, "My God, I almost forgot that Weiwei has a live stream today."
He went over to Zhou Sicheng, draped an arm over Zhou Sicheng's shoulders, and looked like he desperately wanted to squeeze into Zhou Sicheng's phone screen, right into Weiwei's live broadcast room.
"As expected, it's my Weiwei on the dot."
Zu He stared at Zhou Sicheng's phone screen, his smile so wide he couldn't close his mouth properly.
His eyeballs were almost popping out of his head.
They had reached the door of the conference room, and many people from other teams were arriving one after another.
Yu Yesang frowned and looked unhappily at Zhou Sicheng and Zu He, "You two are deputy captains of the LY Club, try to maintain some dignity."
Zu He waved his hand dismissively at Yu Yesang, "In front of Weiwei, dignity isn't worth a cent, heh heh."
He didn't look at Yu Yesang; his gaze stayed fixed on Zhou Sicheng's phone screen.
