When Chen Fan's left eye gained the ability to see through all live broadcast disguises, anchors across the network faced their ultimate nightmare.
"Brother, I have no makeup~"
His barrage floated over: "No matter how thick the filter is, it can't cover your bald spot reflected on the screen."
"Family members, this is an heirloom!"
He reported directly: "It was wholesaled from Yiwu last week, and the cost was ninety-nine yuan."
From good-looking goddesses to inspirational idols, all anchors who rely on filters and personas to harvest gifts are revealed in his live broadcast room.
At the same time, the most mysterious family in Kyoto came to visit, and the ninety-year-old housekeeper burst into tears:
"Master, a trillion-dollar family fortune is waiting for you to inherit."
Chen Fan glanced at the anchors queuing up on his phone to beg to be spared, then glanced at the Rolls-Royce fleet outside the window and grinned:
"Let the family wait."
"Wait until I clean up the property of these liars first."
Until one day, a top female anchor who could not even see through his divine eyes sent a private line:
"You see so clearly..."
"Would you like to come to my live broadcast room and watch something more real?"
