"Will Star really show up?"
"Star..."
During the live stream, the barrage of comments in crazy colors filled the entire screen, densely stacked up with no gaps at all, making it impossible to see the faces and scenes in the live video clearly.
"Star!"
"I really want to meet Star too! Begging for a clue!"
"If Star shows up tonight, I'll live stream bungee jumping!"
"I'll live stream eating 22 pounds of rice!"
"I'll live stream eating shit!"
"I'll live stream The Emperor's New Clothes!"
"I'm going to Weibo to share the lucky koi post, Sister Lucky prays for Star's appearance!"
Joel Russo watched the screen full of barrage with a cold expression and furrowed brows, his frown creased with deep anger.
He angrily clicked off the barrage feature with his mouse, then turned to look sternly at Jackson Russo, "Touch anything else and believe me, I'll chop off your hand!"
