"Damn it! Host, please stop talking!"
"Host, can you please act like a human being?"
"Stop calculating! Even if I made 2.7 million in my lifetime, there’s no damn way I could afford a sports car!"
"So? It’ll never be possible in my lifetime?"
"Among BBA—Audi A6, BMW 5 Series, and Mercedes-Benz E-Class—these are already the ceiling for ordinary people? What else could they possibly aspire to?"
Liu Hanyan’s live streaming style usually involved bursting people’s bubbles. It had a way of making young people, who had been poisoned by wealth-flaunting short videos, feel like they were returning to a simpler, more authentic state.
That was her style.
Although not particularly likable.
But Liu Hanyan felt it was somewhat meaningful.
However, in a Live Streaming Room where practically everyone was a ’beauty monster’—all stunning beauties—it was clear that a natural beauty like Liu Hanyan had no real advantage. Moreover, whether in the live streaming world or the entertainment circle, talent and connections are needed. And at critical moments, one might even need to offer... something more.
Getting famous is not that easy.
"It’s a pity, though. This R8’s seat has decent lumbar and thigh support. However, the sitting position is quite low, the gas and brake pedals are almost vertical, and there’s little space for the left foot. It leads to just average comfort," Liu Hanyan said. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
When Liu Hanyan finished speaking, Luofeng suddenly laughed. Then he posed a soul-searching question, "Have you actually sat in one?"
"Damn it! Damn it!"
"???"
"This guy is quite interesting!"
"Critical hit! A proper critical hit!"
"Waiting to see how the host will respond."

She really hadn’t sat in one.
But now what?
This person just threw a soul-searching question at her?
How should I answer?

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