"What's going on?"
Tong Yingying came out from backstage, and only after emerging did she fully see the customers outside the tavern's glass, holding their phones and watching the excitement.
"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
She walked over to Yan Huan with a deadpan expression, put her hand on his shoulder, and gently pulled him to stand behind her.
At the same time, she looked at the phone screen that was live streaming, curious to find out what was happening.
Strangely, when the red-haired beauty entered the frame, the originally bombarded live streaming room suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
"... "
No more special effects flying, no more sounds.
The gift-giving effects vanished like clouds scattering before the wind, making the image appear strikingly clear.
Only the comment section below was left, streaming a continuous barrage of question marks.
"???"
"???"
"... "
