Ms. Nian Shutong approached with a question and stood next to Fu Yunhe.
"Beauty, what are you doing?"
What are you doing?
Fu Yunhe's head slightly tilted, his gaze a bit strange as he looked at Nian Shutong.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Do you really not know?"
Fu Yunhe's question always made Nian Shutong feel as if she was somehow a scoundrel.
She pointed at herself, uncertainly saying, "Could it be that... I should... know?"
Fu Yunhe felt he couldn't squabble with Nian Shutong and, calming his emotions, he began to speak, "It's a popcorn machine, someone said they wanted to offer popcorn to the people in the livestream."
Nian Shutong's mouth twitched slightly, someone said?
You're just short of pointing at her nose and saying: It's you! It's you! It's definitely you!
Nian Shutong noticed that the current Fu Yunhe was indeed becoming tougher.
However, she really wasn't feeling very confident.
"Ms. Nian Shutong, Rubble needs Crystal Stones."
