The city is brightly lit at night with neon lights. When fatigue set in, a knock on the door rang at the right time. He took the earphones facing the door away and clasped them behind his ears. Only then did Mu Yi hear a faint voice from behind the door. The content was nothing more than that Mr. Mu would not come back tonight, and Mr. Mu asked his little master to have a good meal... And so on. The live broadcast discussion area that was just closed was still buzzing with various ID names, saying "Good night" and "See you tomorrow night at six o'clock". The private message I just received has not yet been clicked. On the envelope in the upper right corner is the "1" that must appear when closing the live broadcast.
EACBlizzaRstar: Good night.
Putting his elbows on the table and staring at the username composed of well-known game manufacturers, Mu Yi raised his face and slightly raised the corners of his mouth. Finally, he simply typed out the pinyin of good night on the keyboard and sent it.