Just when everyone wanted to take a peek at the screen and feast their eyes, a pair of pitch-black, frightening eyes appeared on the live broadcast, their gaze as deadly as a murderous deity, making hearts pound with fear.
At that moment, it seemed as if everyone witnessed a man's possessiveness over his wife, not wanting her to be seen by others. Standing up, he draped his coat over Li Xingwan's body.
The camera angle was immediately switched away from Li Xingwan.
To focus on Little Mobao.
Holy shit, that really scared the hell out of them just now.
The little guy seemed to never tire, fiddling with one thing then another. Before long, he proclaimed his boredom.
At this time, the production team conveniently presented the second Task Card.
"How much longer is the recording for today?" Fu Chengzhou glanced at his watch and asked the production team.
