The implication was clear, we could meet up again next time!
On this end, Tang Shu frowned upon hearing these words.
She was all too familiar with this way of speaking.
In Damo, there were too many people trying to get close to the Young Sect Master of the Tang Sect, whether they were overt or hinted at, it was all routine for her.
However, most of them had been deterred by a single cold glance from her.
And in the livestream, she hadn't shown her face, so it was obvious that this infallible trick wasn't going to work anymore.
She glanced at the message area on the screen and suddenly noticed that many familiar IDs had started flooding with a uniform message.
[Agree with her, agree with her!]
[Agree, agree!]
[You have to agree, show her what's what!]
[Just slipped back from the neighboring livestream, holy shit, that's a real cult. I swear there aren't many real artists in there.]
