After traveling through time and becoming a transparent anchor who couldn't afford to eat, Chu Feng felt desperate.
Fortunately, the system is activated, and people who enter the live broadcast room will be given money, one hundred yuan per person.
Chu Feng directly transformed into the poisonous god of war, frantically harvesting the hatred value of the rice circle.
Tens of thousands of fans rushed into the live broadcast room and used the most vicious language to flood the screen.
Chu Feng sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and even thought they were moving too slowly.
When midnight arrives, millions of dollars in cash are poured directly into bank cards.
Chu Feng looked at the abuse on the screen, his eyes full of love.
Thank you all for sending me the Porsche, we will continue to compete tomorrow!
