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Zhu Li was instantly dumbfounded.

Wu Lei was still holding the reflector, and at that moment, he too was frozen in place.

Only Qiaoqiao was completely serious:

"Thank you, Lili sis, but there's no need to sell products. Our tea is also very expensive, and next time when you play with the little pig, you can't be too rough, otherwise Da Wang will get angry again."

Through Seventh Uncle's live stream camera, the entire screen was filled with laughter—hahaha—

How should I put it? In that instant, Zhu Li's facial expression was more complicated than the residue on top of the pig's feeding trough.

The crowd was jubilantly celebrating—

[Although the host has some shortcomings, he never exploits them to take advantage of us, what are you doing riding the hype train?]

[Exactly, they have plenty to eat and drink at home, they don't need your sympathy sales]

[Even though but, it's quite satisfying to see the natural daft host overpower the Opposite King of Selling Miserable]