When Fu Yunhe finished speaking, Nian Shutong was already standing by his side.
A familiar voice sounded.
"Hello everyone, I am Boss."
"Today is the First Year, and in ancient culture, today is also called New Year's Eve, and tomorrow is called Spring Festival."
"In ancient times, humans used to set off fireworks and firecrackers to celebrate this day."
Nian Shutong paused for a moment and continued, "Today's Little River Live is going to present everyone with a grand fireworks display."
On the screen, a beautiful wrist extended, its slender fingers drawing circles in the air.
[What is Boss doing? What are fireworks?]
[I don't know! Is it something like a laser show?]
[Hey! Where did Boss get the fire from?]
At that moment, flames danced on the tips of Nian Shutong's fingers, yet there was no sign of injury on her fingers.
The camera in the live room was pulled back, and with a gentle flick, five flames flew into the sky, suddenly enlarging.
