Min Zhenghao learned that the livestream was still ongoing and argued fiercely with his agent to end the broadcast, telling him that they had really encountered a Puppet and they would abandon the livestream for the sake of their lives.
Afeng stood by his side, his eyes fixed on the dazzling barrage of comments in the livestream room, unable to take it all in.
[We want to see the Puppet, but you're reciting scripts; we want to see the goddess, but you're adding scenes on the fly—can the livestream even continue?]
[There aren't even this many plots in variety shows!]
[Choose between the goddess and the Puppet, but let us see one of them.]
[Fuck! I clicked in and almost had a heart attack! What the hell is this filming?]
[Came for the young lady, but why is there no one? And this background music really sets the mood.]
[Came to see the beauty, and you play horror music? That's not cool.]
[I've been cheated; where's the young lady and the Puppet!]