The expression in Li Ying's eyes suddenly dimmed: "Thank you, no need. I don't want to do that kind of thing."

She thought it was hope, but the result was still despair.

She also knows what the live broadcast is like.

"Hahaha, I'm so laughing to death. Is this what you said?" Liang Lei's sharp laughter came: "Xiaoying, let's listen to me. To put it bluntly, being a young master's private car is better than being a bus."

"Shut up!" Lu Xiaobu looked unhappy, and then said to Li Ying: "I'm not talking about the kind of live broadcast."

"Shut up? Do you dare to tell me to shut up? Who do you think you are? A pauper, he is still arrogant." Liang Lei was immediately angry and said sarcastically: "Your family is a migrant worker! I told me that I hate migrant workers the most! I don't deserve to carry my shoes."

"You are asking for scolding, right?" Lu Xiaobu raised his eyebrows: "You look down on migrant workers, just a bus. Who gives you confidence? I'm a pauper, and you'll be laughing at how many people have to laugh at you for your words? Can you afford to pay for the money with tooth inlaid?"

The audience in the live broadcast room was both angry and happy.

"This kind of bitch is so angry that I'm so funny. The most ridiculous thing is that this kind of gold-worshiping woman doesn't even know Master Xiao Bu."

"I really don't even have the qualifications to worship a gold medal."

"The money worshiper doesn't want her."

"I deserve a scolding!"
Chapter completed!