"Sister Wan, are you exhausted?"
On the Fei Tian stage, as soon as Ye Wan stepped off, Kele jogged over to greet her.
Handing her a thermos cup and then massaging her back, Kele looked so distressed that he wished he could have a clone to share Ye Wan's burden.
Though there were nine top hosts interacting at the same time, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Ye Wan was the soul of the group.
When interactions fell apart, Ye Wan adapted and resolved the issues.
If someone on stage got stuck, Ye Wan would gesture to inspire them.
Even when a lucky fan made an unreasonable demand that no one could handle, it was Ye Wan who defused the crisis.
In short, and to sum it up, Ye Wan was the soul of this super-long 520 livestream.
"I'm fine..."
Ye Wan shook her head with a smile, pulling Kele to sit down while glancing at her phone. She then sighed deeply, "Just over an hour left. At midnight, I need to end the livestream on time and then go home to sleep like a log."
