The light from the mobile phone screen illuminated Su Nian's delicate face, as well as the less than ten square meters rental house behind her.
The walls were somewhat mottled, and there were several boxes of instant noodles piled in the corner. The only decent furniture was the second-hand computer desk in front of her.
"Anchor is doing reviews in the cloud again? You haven't even flown on a plane a few times, right? Why are you talking about the Boeing 737 here?"
A bold barrage floated past, with unabashed ridicule.
Su Nian's live broadcast room "Nian Nian's Flight Log" has always been deserted. Today, for some reason, a few uninvited guests got in, and the barrage was chaotic.
"It's just that if a female anchor doesn't sing and dance well and just sits here drawing pictures every day, does she really think she is the captain?"
