Just as the audience in the live broadcast room was similarly at a loss, Su Ye suddenly slapped the table in front of Shen Chuchen, who had already fallen to the ground.
Mu Chen frowned slightly and hugged the confused and scared little girl tightly. He quickly covered her ears.
Bullet comments:
[ ? ? ? en? God Su is so happy that he won the competition. Is he crazy? ]
[ why is god Su hitting my husband's table! ! ]
[ that's my husband. Don't go upstairs and get hit by my husband. ]
[ fight, fight! If the two of them don't fight, what's the point of this post-match live broadcast! ]
The netizens in the live broadcast room did not mind the commotion. They were secretly hoping that they would fight.
Su Ye suddenly slapped the table in front of Shen Chuchen. The man was currently burying his head in his arms. His eyelids were drooping lazily. He was suddenly woken up. His mind was still a little dizzy.