[Xiaoyang, you're actually pretty good!]
The whole livestream sighed in unison.
Yang Zhengxi modestly shook his head. "No, no, you flatter me, you flatter me…"
Good grief, say you're fat and you start panting, huh?!
A 50-yuan coupon, right?! Fine, we'll claim it! Look at your group's web page, this month's sales—so straightforward! Not a trace of fake data, [0]!
And that's already saving your face. If we looked at total sales, it'd probably also be 0, right?! I refuse to believe anyone buys this online, seriously!
Just fooling our poor Qiao Bao! Out here in thirty- or forty-degree heat picking cotton!
We were about to scold you two more sentences, when suddenly we heard Yang Zhengxi say, "Everyone get ready, the lucky draw is starting—"
Nothing more to say then! Qiaoqiao, hurry up and pick more cotton, or there won't be enough for the quilts later!
Everyone noisily squeezed together again, but the barrage instantly quieted down.
