Dream Come True

"Alright, I understand. Not a kid, but a grown-up friend."

Huh, is he trying to pacify a child?

Lu Miao's forehead twitched, and she slapped his hand away, taking the fried chicken and milk tea from him. With a resounding "bang," she mercilessly shut the door.

Gu Shiyan stood outside, chuckling softly to himself.

His little friend sure has a fiery temper.

Lu Miao returned to her room, put on her mask, and returned to her desk, reopening the livestream window.

Inside the livestream, the audience was amusing themselves, filling the chat with comments.

"Am I the only one who noticed that the streamer's room seems quite luxurious?"

"Oh my, look at that painting on the wall. Isn't it Qi Baishi's 'Jiangshan Renjia' from the 'Twelve Screens of Rivers' series?"

"I just did a search, and the authentic painting is worth 120 million! Is the one on the wall fake?"