"Dude, what's the deal? I told you not to touch it, and you deliberately reached out. Who's going to be responsible if Ye Lun gets hurt?" Yue Feng couldn't help but speak with a bit more force as he saw how careless this guy was being.
"Why the fuss? It's just a lousy drone; I got bored of those things years ago. What's there to show off! The propeller is made of plastic; it can't hurt your hand!" Li Cungen retorted with a know-it-all, nonchalant air.
From the tone of his voice, there was a hint of arrogance. Yue Feng gave him a look and couldn't be bothered to continue the squabble, turning his head away in silence.
Meanwhile, the live-streaming room was in an uproar. The drone rose a meter, and the angle transmitted to the livestreaming platform looked very odd, leaving the viewers uncomfortable.
It seemed like someone next to them tried to touch the drone, inadvertently triggering its automatic avoidance mechanism and sending it up!
