Seeing other players' questions, Qian Xiaohao became furious.
He was just an ignorant rich third-generation who had just turned eighteen; he had never encountered such a situation before.
He even had a nightmare last night, where the lady and the college girl came to him one by one, forcibly stuffing bowls of beef into his mouth.
Even when he was stuffed like a piggy bank, his belly round and taut, they did not stop, their faces still wearing a chilling smile.
Faced with such mental pressure, these people actually said he was playing a pirated version?
Am I someone who can't afford the genuine game?
Angry, he displayed his game account and angrily explained, "Open your eyes wide and look, do I look like someone who can't afford the genuine game? The games gathering dust in my own game warehouse are more than any of you have ever bought."
He wanted to prove himself, but it only made others even more puzzled.
