Inside the live broadcast room.
Su Qianqian's lips were tightly pressed, her gentle face, like a sweet-scented osmanthus, was slightly flushed, and her clear, water-like eyes showed visible anger.
Even a man of straw has his breaking point.
This gentle woman from Jiangnan Water Town had always been quietly livestreaming, never engaging in trending topics or competing with others for viewers, much less clout-chasing.
But the screen full of aggressive language had pushed her emotions to the brink of losing control.
[What kind of host is this, with no literary aesthetic sense at all!]
[How much money did the blogger take to even promote such a book?]
[Make money together, everyone!]
[...]
Su Qianqian finally couldn't hold back anymore, stopped reading the novel, and said with a hint of anger in her eyes, "All you hired posters and haters, get out of my live broadcast room!"
Even Jiangnan can have its storms.
What about the girls from Jiangnan?
